Saw this on CBS news this morning. Local Galveston?? resident, Adam Brown, put his personal cell number on Facebook and told anyone needing help evacuating or whatever to give him a call. News said he has been inundated with calls and he's been using his jet ski, truck, whatever to help residents. Awesome story, awesome guy, and awesome truck. Thank you Mr Adam Brown. My prayers go out to you and all the other people affected by this hurricane

 

Mess down there.

 

People like him make this country great. Wish more like him lived up in my neck of the woods. Great story.

 

I saw an interview of this guy. He was on his way to"save some lives" It makes you feel good to see people like him. People were told to stay away but he went in anyway. I have no doubt that he was successful.

 

Wish I had written this . . . wonder who did? He gets an attaboy and a big AMEN from me.

This is the best description of Harvey’s aftermath I’ve read.

Hundreds and hundreds of small boats pulled by countless pickups and SUVs from across the South are headed for Houston. Almost all of them driven by men. They're using their own property, sacrificing their own time, spending their own money, and risking their own lives for one reason: to help total strangers in desperate need.
Most of them are by themselves. Most are dressed like the redneck duck hunters and bass fisherman they are. Many are veterans. Most are wearing well-used gimme-hats, t-shirts, and jeans; and there's a preponderance of camo. Most are probably gun owners, and most probably voted for Trump.
These are the people the Left loves to hate, the ones Maddow mocks. The ones Maher and Olbermann just *know* they're so much better than.
These are The Quiet Ones. They don't wear masks and tear down statues. They don't, as a rule, march and demonstrate. And most have probably never been in a Whole Foods.
But they'll spend the next several days wading in cold, dirty water; dodging gators and water moccasins and fire ants; eating whatever meager rations are available; and sleeping wherever they can in dirty, damp clothes. Their reward is the tears and the hugs and the smiles from the terrified people they help. They'll deliver one boatload, and then go back for more.
When disaster strikes, it's what men do. Real men. Heroic men. American men. And then they'll knock back a few shots, or a few beers with like-minded men they've never met before, and talk about fish, or ten-point bucks, or the benefits of hollow-point ammo, or their F-150.
And the next time they hear someone talk about "the patriarchy", or "male privilege", they'll snort, turn off the TV and go to bed.
In the meantime, they'll likely be up again before dawn. To do it again. Until the helpless are rescued. And the work's done.
They're unlikely to be reimbursed. There won't be medals. They won't care. They're heroes. And it's what heroes do.

 

You are so right with that Edwin....Thanks for posting it up it gave me goose bumps and a couple tears reading it!