One September 10 years later, a hurricane hit Eastern NC. Unlike other times where the wind had been responsible for all of the damage, this particular storm dumped rain on the town. A lot of rain in a short amount of time. The town was devastated by the flood waters. Eric signed up to go and was soon in a convoy headed East. After arriving in the town the guys were given their assignments and they drove to one neighborhood.
As far as they could see, miscellaneous items were piled by the side of the road. Clothing, furniture, bedding, all things that had been ruined by the storm. Sitting in his rumbling bucket truck, with the radio playing, Eric watched as an elderly gentleman made several trips back and forth from his house to the pile. Only after he had shut off his truck did he realize the man was singing. As Eric rolled the window down and listened, the still air was broken by the words, "Oh, how I love Jesus". Carrying out what appeared to be an accumulation of his lifetime, the elderly gentleman still had a reason to sing. Losing everything and watching helplessly as the water destroyed what he had worked for, and yet he was still able to sing.
Could you?
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