When snow blankets the landscape, it often unites people for the good of the community. Last Saturday’s article in the Pratt Tribune, “Storm brings out neighbors with shovels,” provided several examples of service freely rendered by community members for one another. Here are a few of more observations from last Friday and Saturday.
Last Friday at the end of day, I stepped outside to see a group of firemen in front of my neighbor, Todd Hoffman’s, house with shovels in hand. They had been helping people throughout town Friday who were stuck or otherwise needed digging out. Hats off to these guys for helping to make the world a little brighter for those mired in the snow.
Hats off also to the City of Pratt employees who my wife and I saw removing snow at 5:30 a.m. Saturday morning as we headed south out of town Main Street. They were still hard at work on Saturday evening around 9:30 p.m. when we returned. I think that most will agree that Pratt’s main thoroughfares were in great shape and safe for driving by Sunday morning.
Hats off to the countless and anonymous residents who checked on neighbors, sons and daughters who brought groceries into aging parents or others who were unable to safely navigate the sidewalks and roads of town.
Snowstorms and other natural disasters underscore that we really do need one another. As the poet John Donne said, “No man is an island.”
The layer of snow that covers the ground—and is steadily increasing this Monday morning—also reminds us that prayers are answered. I know many who have been praying and continue to pray for moisture to lessen the impact of the drought upon the lands along the 99th Meridian.
Lastly, major snowstorms and other weather events often bring out the humor in us. Whether it’s drought relief or snow relief a smile or laugh often helps to lighten the load. Many have no doubt stood outside talking to another person in a fierce wind and heard them ask, “Do you think the wind’s going to blow today?” Danny Schauf provided a little humor relief last week when I called him last Thursday about clearing off our church’s parking lot. He answered his cell phone, “Snow central.” You could almost see the twinkle in his eye.