I woke up exactly one year ago to a morning that very much looked like it did today… pouring rain. But instead of the clearing that usually happens like clockwork by noon, buckets of rain just kept coming. By the time my son was home from school at 4 o’clock that day, we donned our rain coats that we rarely get to wear and walked down the street to the bike path underpass.
To our surprise, the river had suddenly and quickly jumped its banks. The path on which I had recently ridden was now a raging river. I was starting to get scared.
We returned to higher ground at our house up the street and I made a pass through our fully finished basement. So far so good. No leaks, no water seeping in. When my husband got home an hour later I encouraged him to walk down the street to take a look. By the time he turned around ten minutes later, our street was now becoming the river. He could barely make it back and we suddenly knew we were in for an interesting night.
Back in the house my son screamed, “Mom, there’s water all over the basement floor!” I quickly traced the water stain to its source and realized that the window well was almost full and that water would soon come crashing through the window unless we moved fast. We grabbed our coat and a bucket and started bailing water. Meanwhile out front, my husband was fighting another battle. Our elderly neighbors next door had left their house in our care for a month while on vacation (perfect timing!). Being right on the corner, waves of water from the now raging river that was once our street were about to reach their ground-level living room.
My husband started to build a diversion wall out of bricks and logs and anything he could find, but he was losing the battle. As were we back at the window well. I looked at the amount of water we still had to bail and said out loud “I’m going to go find help!” That’s when I saw my husband out front, struggling to keep the waves at bay. The water was just about to reach the neighbor’s living room sliding glass door. Again out loud I said “we have to find sandbags!” Just then, I looked across the raging river to the other side of the street, and there stood a neighbor, a college student from one of the rental houses, with a sandbag tube in his hand. I yelled across the street, “do you have any more sandbags?” He yelled back, “you can have this one, we already lost our basement!”
I ran back to get my son and the three of us formed a human chain across the river and passed the sandbag to the other side. I placed it at the door and realized it was way too short, we needed at least two more. Just then the neighbor called back- “I have two more, do you need them?” As I placed the final bag across the doorway, it was the perfect fit, to the inch. It would save the neighbor’s house. Now suddenly there are three able college students (who by chance were also engineering students) in my yard asking if we need more help. They helped to shore up the water diversion and we bailed out the rest of the water to save our own basement from complete destruction as well.
As quickly as the river came, it subsided. I went out front to assess the damage at the neighbor’s house and saw a giant green object that had been left behind. It was giant cucumber, nearly as big around as my very sore upper arm. Pure manna from heaven. I washed it well, cut it in pieces and threw it in the blender. I strained the beautiful green juice, added a bit of sugar and a strong dose of gin. The Gin Flood cocktail was born. And boy did it make for a very nice momentary break in the mayhem!
It was a very long night and next few days for us, as it was for many people in Colorado. Others weren’t as lucky as we were. Many lives were lost and homes destroyed with every possession inside. A year later, many towns are still struggling to recover. But over and over again, stories of miracles were told. Neighbors helping neighbors, communities coming together as never before. For me, that night was all about manifesting miracles. Every time that I was very clear about what we needed, it showed up-instantaneously. I believed in my whole heart that we would receive everything we needed and more. And we did.
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