What A Weekend
When someone says they had a big weekend, it usually means they went all out at a party, a ball game, or a concert. Barb and I are pretty ordinary. We work, spend time with our kids and grandkids, and occasionally fly a plane or ride a horse, nothing too flashy. However, this past weekend took a different turn. Barb connected with a fellow healthcare professional online. In their conversation, this woman mentioned she was feeling overwhelmed. When Barb asked why, she replied, “Don’t you know? I live in Asheville, NC, and we just got hit hard by a hurricane.” Barb, being Barb, asked how she could help. She said, “Come down here and help me!” Before I knew it, I was flying Barb and me to Asheville Saturday morning. Meeting these folks for the first time felt a bit like online dating, but it went smoothly. On Saturday evening, we helped organize medical supplies, packing containers and backpacks for healthcare workers who would deliver care in the mountain areas. Sunday morning was spent