Parts of North Carolina and Tennessee have been destroyed. I had to stop scrolling and do something.

The Statesville Airport is going full throttle sending out supplies. The private planes fly cargo to the Hickory Airport where the boxes and bags are transferred to helicopters which head to the mountains where help is critical.

They have a list of what is needed. I loaded up all my Amazon boxes with the help of my neighbor, Nancy, and drove to the supply line. I even included Barley and Charlotte’s pet carriers.

I just bought two of my favorite lanterns and put in new batteries. Imagine that kind of darkness!

A plane took off while we were unloading. Cheers rose from the helpers. I hugged the lady as the last box was lifted from my vehicle.

Sometimes we have to BE THE HOPE.
I hear planes and helicopters flying over my house to head up river to Hickory. I love the sound. That is what hope sounds like.

HOORAY for the HELPERS

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