Some of you may remember the story of how we survived
Hurricane Katrina in Miami—losing only the fence and part of the roof—and how
that lead to our decision to move from Florida. But did you know that Carlos and I handle hurricanes
differently? That Carlos falls asleep at the drop of as hat and I stay awake
wondering if the house will fly away like Dorothy’s in The Wizard of Oz?
Well, as we waited for Helene to arrive I told a coworker
about Carlos’s nonchalance regarding the storms and the day after the storm, when
we were without power for over 14 hours, Carlos and I drove through Camden
seeing what, if anything, was damaged or open or what. We ended up by my office
and I noticed a couple of cars in the lot so we stopped to check and the guy I
had talked to about Carlos’s hurricane reactions was there, and we started talking
storm when the guy said to me:
“How did Carlos do during the storm? Did he stay awake?”
And before I could utter a sound, Carlos goodnaturedly shouted:
“I’m fucking blind! I couldn’t see a thing!”
So, that’s how he handled it. |