Arrr, in the wrecked shores o' North Carolina, I beheld a grand lesson in the mightiest force o' the sea!
2024-10-27
Arrr, when I and me mateys sailed into western North Carolina, we be taken aback! The scallywags who landed afore us weren’t sportin’ sturdy boots, but flimsy sandals, like landlubbers on a sunny shore! Avast, what a sight to behold! A crew of buccaneers in flip-flops!
Avast, me hearties! When Father Richard Sutter, a landlubber turned airborne ranger, gathered us hearty souls from St. Gabriel’s for a recon mission to Swannanoa—a place battered by the wrath of Hurricane Helene—we jumped at the chance like a ship's crew at the sight of treasure! Arrr!Upon our arrival, what be this? Not a single sturdy boot in sight, but tiny sandals trodden by the Sisters of the Missionaries of Charity! Aye, these lassies had already taken to the field from St. Margaret Mary Church, showin’ us how it’s done!In the face of devastation, the sisters wielded the mightiest weapon in the universe: love! While we hearty lads sipped water like good sailors in a sun-baked sea, the sisters fluttered ‘bout, never takin’ a drop. They scattered like fireflies in the dark, spreading joy amid the wreckage of homes.With smiles that could charm the barnacles off a ship, they turned the desolate into delight, teachin’ us that true strength be found in gentleness. Me matey Jay and I chuckled on the way back, realizin’ that our frettin’ for their safety was as unnecessary as givin' Michael Jordan a pep talk on slam dunks. Aye, those sisters schooled us in the real bounty of life—heart over brawn, mateys!