Last month parts of Alberta were struck with a devastating flood. As we watched the horrific images of beloved Canadian cities immersed in water, Canadians felt connected like never before to its thriving midwest. I arrived in Calgary the day after the flood had devastated most of Calgary's vibrant downtown and surrounding cities.
I read recently that many people experience post-traumatic growth rather than post-traumatic stress after being impacted by traumatic events. I had heard of post-traumatic stress but post-traumatic growth was a new term to me. Apparently research has shown that this growth is not a result of the traumatic event itself, but the struggle of dealing with the realities of the trauma.
Recently, Toronto was slammed with heavy storms and flash floods. Suddenly I had a flashback to my youth. It was 1996 and our family was living in Manila, The Philippines. My dad, who was out doing mission work in squatter areas every day, still hadn't come home. Hours passed. We didn't have cell phones or even beepers -- no way to communicate. We waited.
Alberta is about to mop up a massive mess. Mother Nature has shown us, in no uncertain terms, who the boss is. The ferocity of the floods we are facing is mind-boggling. Tens of thousands of people are displaced, countless homes and businesses are damaged, and an infinite number of dreams, plans, and schedules have been washed away. It is devastating.