Yesterday I went to get my eyes checked. To get to the clinic in Kelowna , a two and half hour one way trip, I had to drive through Rock Creek.
All I kept thinking was, this could have been Grand Forks.
It looked normal enough at first. Patches of blacken land started popping up here and there. I guess the spot fires were easy enough to put out–but I’m guessing and don’t really know for certain. As we went down Highway 33 we came across wider longer black patches that surround what looked like melted metal. I didn’t understand at first. That the pile of melted metal was someone’s home.
The trees stood like burnt matches lit from the wrong end. Tufts of green clung to the tops of lucky ones. For all I know these survivors were dying a slow and sad death.
I guess that’s the point I’m trying to make this round. Sure, we offer our work to a chosen few and cross our fingers. Sometimes our pride takes a hit. But its not devastating. We don’t lose everything. So think of the fire struck lands and put your first world problems aside.
Submit, be brave, and remember rejection doesn’t hurt half as bad as somethings do.