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These pages reflect social and political commentary. Though some may be controversial in nature, most are simply commentary on current events and life lessons.

Moments

Posted on September 20, 2023 by kwundrow

Moments in time. Remember that first date, first kiss. The birth of your children, graduations, their wedding days. The birth of my grandkids. Maybe that argument with your spouse when all the wrong words came out. Our lives are made up of these memories. When they go right, they’re perfect. When they don’t, wouldn’t it be nice to go back?

I had just left the local Walgreens, licorice whips in my hand, and was walking home after accomplishing my list of “to do’s”. The licorice was my self purchased reward for accomplishing those tasks and will play a part in this story. As I walked through the intersection, I heard my name shouted out from one of the vehicles waiting at the stoplight. As I turned toward the street I spotted a driver trying to hail my attention and realized it was a friend I hadn’t seen in awhile. Pete shouted out to me “I hope a piece of that licorice is for me.” Caught of guard, I awkwardly replied “no” and then just stood there. The light turned green and his truck and my friend moved on.

On the remainder of my walk home I continued to dwell on that moment and how I wished it had played out differently. If I had it back, it would have gone something like this. Pete spots me and yells out. I turn and spot him and excitedly wave back, jump off the curb, dart between the vehicles, and hand him my licorice, possibly the entire bag. I let him know we need to get together to catchup and then weave my way back to the curb. Such a better scenario. But it wasn’t ever going to happen that way because that moment had passed. I was still standing there, seemingly dumbstruck, licorice still selfishly tight fisted in my hand, as Pete pulls away.

How often has something like this happened to you? If you are like me, you probably fantasize about having the ability to go back in time and replay the moment, making sure that you get it right this time, making sure you say just the right words. I watched a movie where the main character had the ability to do just that. I actually watched it multiple times because the premise was so tantalizing. Every time he missed a moment or got it wrong, he would go back in time until he got it perfect. If only, but unfortunately the real world doesn’t work that way. Once a moment has passed it is part of history and will forever be viewed exactly and only the way it happened. Sure, we can always try to correct the results by explaining what we had meant to do or say in that moment. I could contact Pete and apologize for my awkward behavior that morning, but it wouldn’t be the same. My only hope is that history won’t repeat itself and next time an opportunity comes along, I will get it right.

How do we get it right the next time? I am recalling several adages I have heard along the way. “Think before you act”, “think before you open your mouth”, “take a deep breath” all come to mind. I suspect the authors of each of those were speaking from experience. They must have experienced at least one moment they wished to replay and being the wiser for it, thought to warn the rest of us.

Every day is a collection of moments. We have the opportunity to make them memorable or forgettable. If we simply stumble through our day never taking the time to think before we act or speak, those moments will likely be forgettable. If, on the other hand, we approach our day with a conscious effort to make them memorable, we will succeed more often than not. We just maybe can get them right.

As humans, we are not perfect, not even close. We will invariably get it wrong almost as often as we get it right, but we can at least try to improve our scores. When I get up in the morning, along with all my inane tasks and habits, some good, some not so good, I want to think about the moments that might come that day and make a commitment to do the best I can within them. I want to give myself the chance to get them right, to make them memorable.

I have recently, by my youngest daughter, been graced with a new granddaughter to shower with hugs and kisses. I look forward to the moments she will add to my life and I do not want to miss a single one. She is in part the inspiration for this piece today and definitely a powerful reminder to always be present in those moments I get to share with her. Life’s moments are granted to us but once. Authors and movie directors hold the power to rewrite a scene, but we don’t. What we do and how we behave in the moment is etched in history the instant the moment passes. Watch for your moments, be present in them, and then try to get them right because you’ll only get one chance. No mulligans, no replays, no do overs. Be prepared, those moments are coming. And now that you’ve been warned, the pressure is on. Will you be the star of the moment or just another extra?

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I Believe

Posted on September 10, 2023 by kwundrow

To tell this story, I will need to go back some time. It was a Saturday morning and I was working in the garage when my six year old daughter, Bailey, walked in and asked if she could tell me what she had learned in school the previous day. When your child offers up that sort of info, you stop and listen. “Please tell me”, I replied. She puffed herself up and declared, quite forcefully, “You just say no to drugs!” I thought about that for a second or two, sort of happy to know that this info had been supplied to her, but then this anxiety began to creep into my thoughts. Was this her belief or was if just a mantra said without a basis? Was she just saying it, or did it really represent her belief? Did she actually have faith in that statement when it came to her future decisions? As she stood there waiting for her pat on the back or maybe even a high five, I knew I had to challenge her belief. I had to give her a foundation to build that belief on, one solid enough that it would stand up to the test that would inevitably come one day. I started the conversation, “Why do you just say no?” “Because they are stupid and only stupid people would do them”, came her reply. And there was the challenge, “What if one day your best friend, who is just as smart as you, asks you to do drugs?” She looked at me and nearly broke my will. As alligator tears streamed down her face, and without another word, she ran out of the garage. I knew my daughter and I knew she would come back. A few agonizing minutes later, she was back, now almost defiant. “Why would she do that if she was smart?” she asked, and that opened the door for a very meaningful discussion as to why even smart people, even your best friends, might one day do drugs.

A belief is what others tell you to do, but it’s faith in that belief that allows you to apply to your own life. I heard those words in church this morning and was immediately taken back to that day in the garage with my daughter. Those words affirmed something I had always believed. Unless you have a foundation, beliefs are all too often things we say but often struggle to follow. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”, “Just do the right thing”, “Leave judgement to others”. We have all heard these and we tell them to our children, okay grandchildren in my case, in the hopes they will make them good people. The truth is that the statement will not guarantee results unless they believe them and that will only happen when they are connected to our core beliefs as to who we really want to be. Take “Just do the right thing”, why would I do the right thing, when I see people around me do the wrong thing and not only get away with it but sometimes even be rewarded. How do I follow that mantra when I see people in leadership roles, roles of power, do the wrong thing. The answer lies in that same conversation I had with my daughter, I do the right thing because it is in alignment with my internal core beliefs, I have faith in that statement, and that in the long run, the best chance for a rewarding life lies in the act of doing the right thing in the first place. Please don’t take that to mean I never slip up, but if I don’t do the right thing, at my core I know it. My understanding of and my faith in the statement helps me make the right decision. Without that, the statement is just that, a statement.

Just say no to drugs, to speeding, to theft, etc. even when others might not, but say no because you have faith in the belief based on your core values. As for my daughter, I will believe that the conversation we had so long ago gave her the strength to handle those tests I always feared she would face.

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The Art of Being Lazy

Posted on July 20, 2023 by kwundrow

I have been seriously looking into this art of being lazy. It seems it is not something that comes naturally to every individual. For some, there must be a series of practice leading up to successfully doing nothing. This is the case for me.

I had always been accused of never sitting still. My mother complained vehemently about it all throughout my youth. My elementary and high school teachers further added their critique to my resume of restlessness. Eventually, my wife and my children would come to mock me anytime we went somewhere where relaxation was supposed to be the call of duty. Cottage stays in our cabin up north frequently turned into work sessions where I would find projects, one after another, to keep myself busy. Admittedly, many of those projects weren’t found, they were created. And if the projects didn’t fill my relaxation time, then work did. I would swear I was not going to respond to that annoying ding on my cell phone as another email or text beckoned me, but seriously, how could I not?

But then I retired and that should have solved the problem. Doing nothing was suddenly almost demanded. What obligations did I still have? But I am a restless person and as such I needed an outlet for all that time. Find somewhere to volunteer, that would fill the need. And so I did and all my old work habits followed me. Now it wasn’t paying clients and employers reaching out to me on vacation, it was non-paying clients and fellow volunteers seeking my time. When would I ever start practicing the art of being lazy? I was too busy to find the time to practice not spending the time getting in the way of my time to be lazy.

I am coming off of two weeks at the cottage with all of my family members in tow. There are nine of us ranging in age from one month to, well, my age. I promised I would be lazy. Week one……FAIL, fixed the deck rail, repaired the pontoon seats, repaired the window screen, and replaced the gas connections on the grill. But in my defense, I had shut down my volunteer job, almost. It was a brief meeting and ended with the warning that I was signing off and was not going to be returning any requests for the next two weeks. So, some success. I might be getting closer.

Here is the good news. After that last project and that last meeting, I did pretty well. No more projects, not even looking for one any more, and some pretty mind numbing do nothing days. Admittedly, three days of rain tended to help, but I hiked with my grandkids, held my newest one as she slept in my arms, and did a little serious fishing. All in all, I felt pretty darn lazy. I might be getting the hang of it.

The art of being lazy is just that, an art. Like all good art, it takes effort to create a masterpiece. I am a far cry from claiming my Davinci of Lazy, but I am making strides, and I might add, enjoying the effort to be effortless. I’d write more but I am being lazy and the campfire demands some serious staring into the flames.

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I Paid for this Walk.

Posted on May 24, 2023 by kwundrow

I occasionally walk our neighborhood with a couple other gentleman and today was one of those mornings. As I walked, I couldn’t help but notice the things around me. I walked on nice sidewalks, past parks recently mowed, with basketball and pickleball courts (the latest craze, but more on that in a different blog), playgrounds, and sports fields. I saw bike trails, clean tree lined streets, and crews treating the ash trees to save them from the ash bore beetle. If it had been Monday, I would have seen street crews picking up my rubbish.

So who pays for all of this? We do of course. We do that through are real estate taxes and our state and federal income taxes. We live in a great country, because for the most part, we are willing to pay into the cost of providing the services and protections we want, need, and all too often, demand. The problem is determining our “fair” share of that cost.

We are living in an era I dub the War on Taxes. The battlefield is the citizens’ definition of fair. We believe that taxes should be fair but in the same breath state that what my neighbor pays is fair, but that what I pay isn’t. It is a perception war. One political party stands against taxes altogether in a belief that if the wealthiest people were given the chance to pay less in taxes, they would spread the wealth down to the lower classes making their life better through the businesses and jobs they would create. The problem is businesses with the capability of doing this are owned by the shareholders who expect a return on their investment. This often traps the wealth at the top and the trickle down is exactly that, a trickle. Meanwhile, the other party proposes that the lower class needs the services and protections that will help them improve their lot, while the middle class needs a break on taxes so that they can fuel the economy by buying the goods and services the businesses provide. The issue here is that someone else must pay higher taxes to support that system by making up the difference. And the battle rages on. In the last decade or so, that war has begun to divide the country, and, in that divide, other ideologies are given fertile soil to grow and fester.

You and I alone cannot end the war, but we don’t have to continue to fight it. When I was still plying my trade as a tax planner, I would help my clients understand the necessity of the taxes they paid and the good those taxes could do in the hands of leaders who adhere to the practice of making common sense decisions. Decisions that benefit the country not just their position. I do not spend my time calculating the percentage of my income that goes to taxes, nor do I spend my time comparing what I pay to what my neighbor pays. I just pay them knowing that if I vote to elect leaders who will spend those taxes dollars wisely and oppose those leaders that would devote their time to cutting taxes and the programs that go with them, I just might continue to enjoy my morning walks through the streets, trails, and parks that my taxes helped to provide.

Next time you put your garbage and recyclables out to the curb, the next time you play pickleball in the park, or the next time you watch your children and grandchildren play soccer or T-ball on the neighborhood ball fields, ask yourself if it is worth paying your share of the cost? I answered the question for myself long ago. No matter the share I paid, in my mind, it was fair.

I have to go for another walk now, after all I paid for the views and they are worth it. I leave you with a picture of a state park treasure I recently visited, and they didn’t even charge an entry fee. I guess someone else paid for it with their fair share.

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The Greatest Game

Posted on April 20, 2023 by kwundrow

So I went golfing yesterday. Why not, the weather was perfect, 39 degrees, light rain until it became heavy rain, and a 40 mph wind. The course was in good shape, just a little remnant snow in the sand traps that only made them more of a challenge, which is exactly what they were meant for. At least when I was down in them, the wind seemed less noticeable and the sand had absorbed the standing water.

If you are one of the rare breed of golfers who understand this, you might even be wishing you had been there. If you are not a golfer, you are wondering what in the world I was doing out there. So let me explain.

It would be easy to say it’s just a man thing, but that wouldn’t be true as there were several women out there as well. To think that only men are crazy enough to do this would be sexist. Women golfers can be just as crazy as their counterparts. There’s more to it than just being crazy. True golfers have a passion for the ssport that surpasses sanity. What other explanation would there be for driving out to your favorite course in a downpour, surrounded by lightening, saying I’m sure there will be a window and I can get in a quick 18. Quick 18, that’s another strange description of a round of golf, unless you feel four and a half hours to be quick. And why would these same golfers venture onto a course at midday, with temperatures just below the boiling point and a humidity index nearing the century mark on one day and then golf with the temperature nearing zero and winds gusting at cat one hurricane force the next day? In the case of the later, at least the humidity was down.

The answer lies in the rewards of a good round of golf. There’s the obvious exercise one gets driving that golf cart. Don’t be shaming me, I still had to get in and out ninety to a hundred times, okay a hundred to a hundred and ten times. And then there’s all that shoulder exercise I get. And don’t forget the local flora knowledge I gain as I search through the underbrush and tree thickets, searching for the final resting spot of my drive. In this last case, proper identification of the poisonous plants versus the just plain irritating ones might determine a retrievable shot from a small contribution to the golf industry as I open another sleeve of balls.

So why do golfers seem to ignore the elements, no matter how cruel, to go hit that tiny white ball through eighteen holes, avoiding deep sand traps, ponds full of water, and deep dark woods? It’s the walk. I became a golfer the day I took a servers position in a local private country club. As one of the perks, I was allowed to play the course every Monday morning from 6:00 to 8:00 AM. All I had in my possession was an old wood shafted 2 iron, a sand wedge, and a novelty putter, but they were enough to get me around the course, or at least through a few holes. That experience was enough to hook me on a sport, that at 72, I still play even though I still don’t score much better than when I began. But it’s the walk. Every course is laid out different from the next, but they all have two prime objectives, the first is to challenge you with long holes, short holes, doglegs, sand traps, water and trees. The second objective is to accentuate the beauty of the location with long undulating fairways, so lush and green, followed up by a tabletop, tiered green set into a grove of evergreens or maybe stately oaks. The course begs you to walk it, to take in the views and the smell of new mown grass. This is what brings me back time and time again and begs me to not miss the opportunity to play a new course. The challenges forgive my occasional bad shot or even bad hole and the beauty rewards my willingness to play and allows me to forget the three or four golf balls I donated to the next golfer who finds them.

Golf is not for the faint at heart. It will punish your score almost as often as it rewards it. It will bring you out in days too hot to do anything else or so cold you have so many layers on that it’s difficult to even swing the club. It can wear you out or it can refresh your spirit. The true golfer finds the joy in the challenge and the beauty in the game.

I just noticed the clouds breaking up, temperatures up to 45, and the course is open. Time for a quick eighteen holes.

God, I love golf!

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It has to be said

Posted on March 28, 2023 by kwundrow

I am always hesitant to write a piece like this as it seems so reactionary, but yesterday’s school shooting has again cast a terrible light on an issue that will seemingly never go away. The politicians and the naysayers will spin the story that the cause of this carnage is not the availability of guns but rather the criminal nature of the shooter. They will disregard the fact that access to an assault rifle combined with a deep mental illness made this shooting all too easy and all too inevitable.

So what, as a nation in mourning, do we do? What can we do? I will be the first to agree that the victims, children and parents, need our thoughts and prayers, but let’s not for a moment decide that those thoughts and prayers are somehow enough. It is utterly incredible that we have federal, state and local lawmakers that seem to have no problem banning books, music, art, or curriculums that offend them, but steadfastly refuse to consider banning assault weapons as that would be a denial of our basic freedom.

In the wake of the shooting, Representative Andrew Ogles (R-TN), who represents Nashville thanks to redistricting by the Republican legislature that cut up a Democratic district, said he was “utterly heartbroken” by the shooting and offered “thoughts and prayers to the families of those lost.” 

In 2021, Ogles, his wife, and two of his three children held guns as they posed for a Christmas card with a caption that read: “The very atmosphere of firearms anywhere and everywhere restrains evil interference—they deserve a place of honor with all that’s good.”

My father was a hunter. I married into a family of hunters. I have countless friends who enjoy the sport of hunting, but none of these individuals ever once considered using an assault rifle in the pursuit of that sport. Assault rifles are useful for exactly that, an assault. An assault on an enemy stronghold. An assault by law enforcement in an attempt to protect the public. But never should an assault weapon be the choice of, or available to an individual assaulting school children or any other public gathering.

We do not need to accept the inaction of our elected legislators. We do not need to bend under the pressure of gun lobbyists. We can act, and we do it with our vote. If the majority of Americans favor, at the very least, restricting access to these weapons, why are lawmakers so deaf to those sentiments, and why are they still entrenched in power?

A new U of Chicago Harris/AP-NORC poll shows majorities of U.S. adults support restricting gun purchases, including tighter background check laws and a ban on AR-15 style weapons. Fewer support allowing people to carry guns without a permit. When asked, “Do you favor, oppose, or neither favor nor oppose each of the following policies?” Eighty-five percent of U.S. adults said they favor a federal law requiring background checks on all gun buyers; 83% back a federal law banning convicted domestic abusers from buying a gun; 75% favor making 21 the minimum legal age to buy a gun nationwide; 59% back a nationwide ban on the sale of AR-15 style semiautomatic weapons. Only 29% say they would support state laws allowing people to carry guns in public without a permit.

The failure of the majority of our lawmakers to take action in light of these kind of polls and their resulting statistics, begs the question, who are they really serving? They are not serving me.

My thoughts and prayers ARE with the parents who yesterday lost a child, with those who lost a friend, with the City of Nashville, and for that matter, with each and everyone of us who yesterday lost another slice of our freedom to feel safe.

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New Year, New Opportunities

Posted on December 31, 2022 by kwundrow

I am lazy today, and as a result I have watched New Year’s day roll hour by hour across the globe knowing it will eventually reach me here. I will eventually watch it hit New York, with all its celebration, and then wait for it to hit Chicago and our turn to mark the end of 2022 and welcome the first few seconds of 2023.

I am not one to make resolutions. That way, I don’t have any to break, but I am reflecting on how fast time has moved from the year 2000 to this point. Remember 2000? We stockpiled water, paid to upgrade our computers (I didn’t), and made sure our generators were ready to go at the stroke of midnight. Oh, by the way, nothing happened. In the ensuing two decades plus two, we have cut our landlines, traded cable for streaming, and have more power in our cell phones than the massive computers that got us to the moon and back and better cameras as well. We alternately survived, thrived, suffered, and hung in there through four presidents, swine flu, and Covid-19. The world is definitely not the same as it was back in 1999 when we waited for the clocks to signal a new millennium, borders have changed, technology has changed, and people have changed, but in many ways it is better.

In a few hours as we enter the new year, we can guess what it might bring, but only time will tell. The one thing that is for sure, is that if we can find ways to be more positive and less negative, more forgiving and less judgmental, more accepting and less divisive, 2023 can be a continued improvement over our past. At the stroke of midnight, wherever you are, the new year holds your future and awaits your decisions. Make those decisions the best they can be and trust that the rest of us will join in.

I wish you all a Happy New Year and a blessed 2023. Newness and change are great gifts not to be wasted. 

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A Million Little Miracles

Posted on November 24, 2022 by kwundrow

I was inspired by the message last night at my church. The theme was how God blesses us in so many ways, too many to count. The problem is we sometimes fail to recognize them. It is at Thanksgiving that I take the time to think about those little miracles in my life. I have been blessed with a wife who is in all ways my partner. She has stood by me and encouraged me through the good times and the tough times. When we decided it was time to become a family, God blessed us with two incredible daughters and showed me how life changes with the birth of your children. The role of dad is a blessing I have so richly cherished through out their lives. And when they had grown, they blessed us with the two great men they chose as their husbands, two great men who became sons to me. Finally, I have been blessed with two beautiful grandchildren who are the love of my life. Each moment with them is a journey of discovery, as much for me, as it is for them.

You see, life isn’t always about the big miracles, but more often it is the little miracles. The everyday moments that enrich our lives, direct us forward in the plan, that provide for us, sometimes when we need it the most. Some times the little miracle is that opportunity we would have passed up except for that nudge. The nudge that made me turn left instead of right, that caused me to say yes instead of no. In the moment, that nudge was the miracle. When we take the time to look back, to be thankful, it is then that we start to see the countless little miracles that make up our lives.

Today and every day, take the time to thank God for the miracles in your life; the successful child, the healthy grandchild, the loving partner, or maybe the career opportunities. They are all around us waiting to be recognized but too many to count. Today, I am thankful for the Thanksgiving dinner I shared with my family and for the million little miracles that brought me to this moment.

Happy Thanksgiving

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What Happened to Truth in Advertising

Posted on October 2, 2022 by kwundrow

I don’t know about you, but I for one can’t wait for November 9th. Before you correct me, I know that November 8th is election day. I can’t wait for the day after for two reasons. One, I will hopefully realize that my prayers have been answered, well maybe some of them. And two, that these horrible campaign ads will finally stop invading my spaces; my TV, my phone, my email, my streaming services, and even my game apps. I am tired of being bombarded with fear mongering commercials that play to the darkest regions of my soul where lies my primordial fears and urges. I am worn out trying to stay optimistic in the face of these hateful negative ads. What ever happened to decency when it comes to these attacks on the opponent’s character and for that matter what has happened to campaign promises? I’d actually welcome a few of those promises even if they are unlikely to be kept. Anything is better than the hate messages.

When I was still in my working career as a financial planner, I had to be extremely careful about anything I stated or committed to in writing when it came to describing the delivery of my services. In fact, even if I was careful to be entirely honest, everything still went through compliance where any and all statements were scrutinized for any distortions or false promises. It was common practice and fully expected and respected. My question is, why are these campaign ads not subjected to at least a semblance of compliance? Do the candidates and their third party pacts have no time to check the validity of their statements? Or is it, that truth doesn’t sell when it comes to politics? These ads splice in sound bites that have nothing to do with the issue or are at the very least distorted into half truths. They leave it up to the voter to do the research, case in point, I did a recent lookup on “cash bail” and the reasons behind changing that system. Please take the time to look that one up for yourself. It is enlightening when you choose a neutral site. Here’s the problem with the belief that the voter will do the research, its highly unlikely that they will and the candidate or the supporting pact hopes they don’t. If they did, the scare tactic would lose its impact and the voter might actually stop believing anything the candidate is saying.

So integrity compliance is one issue, but the shear volumes of money thrown at these ads is, in my opinion, a moral crisis. Ask any nonprofit how hard it is for them to raise funds to provide the services that the government can’t afford and they will tell you it is in many cases heartbreaking at best and in some cases the direct cause of their demise. A school system begs for a million dollars in aid so that they can deliver the education the public demands all too often forced to deliver it in aging buildings. Meanwhile, federal and state legislators vote no to the very programs and referendums that would help to level the playing field between the haves and have nots. And all of this, while we the public and all too often the biggest corporations adorn them with campaign war chests that could fund hundreds if not thousands of worthy causes. They then turn around and pour those dollars into the very campaign ads I just railed against.

Here’s my parting thought. What if the requirement that the ads had to be complied by an outside research service actually resulted in the ads never being allowed. The money wouldn’t need to be spent on airing them and maybe we would give our hard earned dollars to better causes. And if the ad was to pass compliance, it might just be forced to rely on information about the candidate and their beliefs rather than the current practice of relying on your ability to paint the other candidate as evil incarnate leaving you, by default, as the only choice I have as a voter. You don’t need to agree with me, but think about it.

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My Heart Goes Out

Posted on October 2, 2022 by kwundrow

As the tropical storm brewed in the south Atlantic Ocean and eventually strengthened into Hurricane Ian, it somehow created this excitement as one watched nature show its hand. It created almost a sense of awe as you watched the storm strengthen and slowly pick its path. That all turned to shock when it eventually made its decision to come on land and the world began to witness its fury.

Just this last April, my family and I spent three weeks on Fort Myer’s Beach and we were so taken with the beautiful shoreline, the busy streets and businesses that lined them, and of course the people, tourists and locals, who showed us what a great travel destination it was. As I now see the pictures of the devastation scroll across my TV screen, It strikes home that this hurricane and its aftermath is somehow a bit more personal. Every now and then, one of the pictures will have just enough structure left for me to identify an establishment we ate or shopped at. The photo above is just one of those establishments I fear is no longer there.

My heart goes out to the City of Fort Myer’s, Fort Myer’s Beach, and Sanibel Island. You didn’t deserve this storm or its wrath, but it has now left its mark. In the coming days, weeks, months, and even years to come, this area will clean up the wreckage and rebuild. Whatever we can do to assist, I am sure will be well received. If you are reading this and have an inkling to help out, choose a way to be part of their recovery. I have included links below for Lutheran Services and for Red Cross, both who are already on site and helping to provide needed services to any and all they can assist.

Lutheran Services: https://www.lsfnet.org/ian/

Red Cross: https://www.redcross.org/local/florida/central-florida/about-us/our-work/hurricane-ian-response-central-florida.html

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