MY TAKE AWAY ! 

All disasters end !

Joanne Hull | February 19, 2014

No matter how long you live in a strange state, the time comes…..You have to go home.

When I pack my bags to leave a disaster I take away something as well.   I don’t mean my nameplate on my office door, or the tons of clothes jammed in the tiny closet.   No, not the tangible things.

Think about it!   During hard times you hear more good stories than bad–community helping community, neighbor helping neighbor.

The mind has that special way of filtering out all of the painful stuff to let you focus on the good.

What I take away is something that lasts forever because it’s something you can’t pack in your bags.  I take away something you pack in your heart…lots of memories and many, many lasting friendships.