Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Visiting Chicagoland

We made the very long drive to Chicagoland to visit Grandpa.  But I'm going to confess right now that I did a horrid job of getting any pictures with grandpa.

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Grandpa had lots of fun toys at his house, including a spectacular set of marble works.  Camden said, "I want to play with this everyday!"  But then he discovered the race track.

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There was a great park less than a quarter mile from grandpa's house.  We went just about every day.

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You can see that Alex quite likes the swings.

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Grandpa had a great box cookie mix that Camden I whipped up one afternoon.  The boys thoroughly enjoyed frosting them, in addition to eating them.


We went to the Kohl's Children's Museum and it was incredible! 
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Camden liked fixing this car.

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The museum had an awesome grocery area with all sorts of plastic food (hey, not all that different from a real live grocery!).

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Ethan loved being the cashier.  I'm pretty sure an argument broke out between the boys regarding whose turn it was to scan the food.

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Alex was fascinated by these stacking pegs.  He was better at knocking them over.

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Ethan practiced using different turbine shapes to see which ones moved 
faster when the fan blows on it.

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Camden and Ethan practicing driving a train.

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Camden is aiming the water cannon at the chimes.

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Ethan enjoyed moving the notes on this enormous staff, but I don't think he ever figured out that it would play the melody he created.

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Playing the drum was Alex's favorite part, by far.  He wouldn't leave it alone, nor relinquish his drumsticks, except under duress.

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Camden takes his artwork seriously.

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Alex wanted to paint, just like his brothers.  He did make a nice picture, 
but he also looks like an Indian on the warpath.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Baby Day for #3

Here is the latest addition to our family!  Alex Thomas McClellan, born October 2nd, around 7:30am, weighing in at a hefty 8 pounds, 11 ounces and measuring 20 inches long.
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Here are my whale-like proportions the day before baby extraction.  I looked tired then.  
I was definitely tired of being pregnant.  I don't miss the belly at all.
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We had to get to the hospital at oh-dark-thirty Wednesday morning.  I endured the necessary preparations for my C-section, including getting the IV (which made me feel nauseated, probably due to my silly anxieties about needles being shoved up my body).  
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It felt like lots of waiting, and I, surprisingly, was able to snooze until the nurse came to walk us over to the surgery room.  I felt like a dog on a leash as she led us there, leading with my IV bag and line.  

Dan had to wait outside until I was completely prepped for the surgery.  So I had to face the rough parts all by myself.  Fortunately for me, the second I sat up on the table, the anesthesiologist started scrubbing my back.  He didn't waste a second.  In the past, it has felt like forever until the prick and spinal - at least, plenty of time for me to get anxious.  Because for me, the spinal is the scariest part.  Knowing that if I flinch at the wrong moment, life as I know it could be over.  Spines aren't very forgiving.  I don't worry about the C-section - that's the doctor's problem.  But my doctor has always been there for me to hang on to and he wasn't there yet.  So the anesthesiologist was about to give me the jab and my doctor arrived at the very moment to support me.  The whole thing didn't take more than two minutes - not enough time to get overly anxious.  It was reassuring to me, though, that the anesthesiologist did a sensation test, to confirm to himself AND to me that the spinal was completely effective.

One of the nurses exclaimed about how pretty my C-section scar was, and before I could think of an appropriate response, my doctor said, "Thank you."

It is always such a relief when Dan comes in!  This time, I was so completely covered, even my hands and I had an oxygen mask on my face.  The only place Dan could touch me was my forehead.  But, somehow, the whole experience is so much less scary when Dan is with me.  

The first time to hear my baby cry is such an indescribable feeling.  And then I waited and ached to see him, as they cleaned him off and foot-printed him.  

Here I am, seeing my baby for the first time.
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I only got to see him for a few minutes (too short a time, for sure!) before they whisked him off to the nursery for a better wash and weighing.  It didn't feel like it took too long for the doctor sew me back up.  The surgical nurse exclaimed over my belly in a very flattering way.  

I was barely in the recovery room, still feeling loopy and disconnected, when they brought Alex in to me.  He was sucking his thumb like a pro and totally making hungry cues.  
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He was an awesome eater from the start. Too bad for him I started to feel really lousy and my blood pressure dropped enough to worry the nurse into calling the doctor.  I didn't know much about that, though. I was too busy dealing with the realization that I was going to puke and the only parts of my body I could move were my arms and my head.  My arms were a little occupied with nursing.  Fortunately, Dan came to my rescue yet again and held a handy barf bag.  I even managed to avoid getting vomit on my precious boy.  Not my finest moment though.

Here is the proud daddy.  So handsome!!

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I love the crinkle nose.  This kid didn't open his eyes for almost two days.
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My parents brought Ethan up to the hospital.  He was a little fascinated with the baby and super excited to see me.  Very flattering.  He wanted to hold Alex right away.  
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My mom - a hero.  She stayed a week with me and was amazing.  So sad she left!  The boys are too, though Ethan misses Grandpa more.
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This is as close as Camden wanted to get to his new brother.  
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That phase has passed.  Now he wants to know where Alex is all the time and check on him and give him kisses and help him if he cries.  It's really sweet.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

More Tornados and More Fun




After a few long days in tornado land, I spent Tuesday with the family and had a marvelous time.  (They spent last week with her parents and sister in AR and had already planned on spending this week in Iowa with her brother, so she’s well taken care of).  I spent some time on Wednesday and Thursday morning pretending that I have a real job and returned to tornadoland Thursday.

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Thursday was pretty quiet.  I answered all the computer issues that arose while I was gone and reached out to a couple of people that needed some follow up support.  A friend from my ward was on one of the work crews and planned to camp overnight.  He ended up coming to the hotel with me and as we were headed to bed he called his wife who said, “don’t worry we’re all in the storm shelter and everything is fine, so go to sleep.”  We didn’t.  Broken Arrow (where we live) had a small tornado touch down about 2 miles from my house.  I was happy that family was somewhere else.

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A few of the models were amazing
workers, a few of them worked
like models.
Since Thursday was kind of quiet, I came prepared to go out and help with the recovery on Friday, which turned out to be a good idea.  As soon as my friend and I arrived at the church the Elder in charge said “I’ve got 15 models here.  What am I supposed to do with 15 models!?”  We ended up taking them to a couple of sites to clear out debris and trees.  (One of the men showed up in tennis shoes and shorts and during the intro was asked quite sarcastically if he knew he was entering a disaster area.  We refrained from laughing...that gentleman made it about an hour and a half.) I was actually quite impressed that they were willing to step out of their comfort zone and help out.  In the end we were quite productive and had a good, but tiring day. 
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You can see that some of the got dirtier than others, but we did some work!
When we returned, I spoke with the people in charge and they felt that another two or three weeks would probably be sufficient with all the groups that were working…that was the story until the evening.

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A hot and tired Dan
They’d announced the probability of strong storms Friday evening, so everyone had an ear out. I was quite exhausted and happy to take a shower and crawl into bed.  I turned the TV back on to check the weather and decided that sleeping was out.  We weren’t under a warning yet, but much of the area to the east was.  I went outside and joined many other amateur storm watchers pondering the horizon.  I wandered around a bit looking for a storm shelter, but didn’t find one.  As I got more updates, I decided that shorts and flip-flops weren’t adequate for what was headed my way…back into long pants, boots, and a jacket.  I tucked my laptop under the car seat (hoping to find it later), filled my pockets with food, water, gloves, etc., and started looking for a better place to stay than the second floor of a two story hotel. 

As the rain started I found a hotel room downstairs sheltered by much of the building where people were gathering (most of them knew each other but they were happy to let me join in).  We knew there’d been a large tornado about 30 miles west in El Reno.
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                                                                                                   This picture and the map of the tornados below
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[Pause for long interruption from the narrative: At first they thought it was an EF3, but as they studied the info gathered by storm watchers and damage they determined that it was an EF5 with winds as high as 295mph and as wide as 2.6 miles.  That made it the widest tornado ever recorded and the second fastest (the fastest one hit Moore, OK in 1999 – yes the same Moore that was hit last week – and it had wind speeds of 318mph).  The National Weather Service did clarify that that was the width of the tornado itself not the area of wind damage that was significant outside of the tornados because we had straight-line winds of 90mph following the tornado.  It was an insane tornado.  They reported it increased in size from one mile to 2.6 miles in about 30 seconds.  It also changed directions drastically.  It’s fickleness is what cost the life of three professional storm chasers…I greatly appreciate real storm chasers as they make life much safer for those in the possible storm path.  Amateur storm chasers are generally stupid.  Back to the narrative…]

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I've heard that greenish clouds indicate bad storms...these did!
(As I was out taking the picture my father called and said "I assume that because I answered, I survived the  yesterdays storms in Broken Arrow."  I told them that that was the easy part.  The hard part would be surviving the storms in OKC tonight.  He gave me updates from his side as I hunkered down with new friends on my side.)
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As we were sitting in the hotel, the TV showed us this map
with a likely tornado right on top of the hotel
So we knew of a large tornado to the west and kept hearing about a rain-wrapped tornado heading our way.  (Most tornados form on the edge of storms, where fronts meet.  Thus you can get clear pictures and see where they are headed.  This tornado was preceded by rain, a lot of rain.  Between the rain and the clouds, it looked like night outside and it was still at least an hour before sunset.  This was likely a tender mercy,  had it been a normal tornado I’d have waited on the balcony to see it, stupid storm watcher as I am. As it was you could see nothing so hunkering down was what I did).  Somehow we kept power ahead of the storm and watched as they predicted the path of the tornado hitting us and even showed the rotation illustrations right on top of our hotel.  All we could see was buckets of rain flowing almost sideways.  The tornado path map below shows that the tornado was headed almost straight at us, but picked up before it arrived (initial estimates put around an EF1 that was on the ground for 10 miles).

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In the aftermath, I found this map that showed that
the tornado closest to us likely picked up a couple
of miles from the hotel. So our damage was just wind.
The hotel lost a lot of shingles and had some other surface damage, but otherwise seemed to survive.  In the end we seemed okay and though other storms were forming, we seemed to be out of their path.  I returned to my room to watch the storm.  Soon thereafter we lost power and having not been wise my phone was almost dead too.  At that moment the sirens went off again.  I checked my phone quickly and decided it was safe enough to stay put, but hunker down.  I grabbed a pillow and laid down in the bathtub in a boots and with my supplies.  As noted earlier, it was a long day and I was exhausted, I quickly fell asleep.  After about an hour and a half I woke up, walked out a cramp, and checked to see if the world still existed. 

Rain was still pouring down but otherwise calm.  (It rained hard from about 6pm to 5am,.  By the morning the pool that had had about a foot in the deep end had a foot and a half in the shallow end, while some water did run in, a lot of that came from straight from the sky.)  I ran to the car and grabbed my laptop so I could plug my phone into it and recharge my phone.  Fortunately, most of the shingles seemed to have missed the car (I’d had a dream while sleeping in the tub that the car had been all scratched up by shingles).  My laptop was almost dead too, but I was able to charge my phone enough to make sure that I wasn’t in a tornado warning (I was not, just severe thunderstorm warning).  I was safe, so I propped open my hotel room door with a shoe (it was very humid and stifling inside) and went to sleep for the night.  (For a good overview of the night look at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_26%E2%80%9331,_2013_tornado_outbreak)

I awoke to no power and checked out and headed back to the command center at the church.  There were many stories from that night but here’s one of them:

Elder Rasband (President of the Presidents of the Seventy of the LDS Church) was on one of the last flights to come in before the storm.  The bishop whose ward was most affected by the May 20th storm and Elder Southward (our new area authority) picked him up.  They’d planned on meeting a sister and her family in Moore, but as they headed that direction the storm shifted to follow them.  They called her and met up and continued driving south and the storm continued to follow them.  The sister called her father and asked if she should hunker down.  He told her to “Follow the Priesthood!”  She did and they eventually got away from the torrential rain, but they didn’t make it to their hotel until after midnight.

Even after a short, stressful night Elder Rasband made it to church in the morning to meet with the missionaries.  He, Elder Southward, and OK Representative to Congress Cole addressed them that morning.  Elder Rasband took questions from the missionaries.  We were trying to determine the damage from the night before but the parts that I did hear were great.  
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Congressman Cole addressing the missionaries with Elders Rasband and Southward on the stand in the background
 After the meeting Elder Rasband spoke with a single sister of ten that was at the school when it was hit dead on and lost her home.  (She was a kindergarten teacher’s assistant.  The storm came and she battled searching for her kids at the school or staying in the classroom.  Every time that she thought about leaving she felt very strongly that she should stay put.  She was instrumental in saving those children as a car crashed through the classroom.  Her home was destroyed, but all of her children (eight were in the storm's path) were protected.  She was the sister that followed them around the night before…you can imagine that she was a little overwhelmed with the storms).  I was greatly impressed as Elder Rasband spent about three hours with her and her family.

The rest of Saturday we worked at assessing the damage and sending out teams to fulfill work orders.  As things calmed down at the command center I was sent to put up signs that we had printed.  So I took some sisters who knew the area and we drove around town putting up signs.  I checked out of my hotel that had no power Saturday morning and started checking into another when I got to the church…I was interrupted.  By time I got back to looking for a hotel at 5pm everything within an hour of OKC was full.  I checked into a place a little over an hour away, because I was peopled out and preferred to drive over staying with a member.  (After I checked in they told me I could stay at the church, but it was after the cancelation deadline, so I jumped in the car and listen to a good story on the way to the hotel and General Conference on the way back to 7am church in the morning.)

Sunday my stake was coming down to serve.  We had Sacrament Meeting at 7:30am (everyone was told that it was 7, but Elder Rasband was told 7:30…we started when he arrived).  There Elder Rasband noted that he is very impressed that no one had asked why bad things happen, but that people have been focused on healing and recovery.  He also added that he ran into President Monson at President Erying’s birthday celebration the day before coming out.  He said “President, I’m headed to Oklahoma where they’ve had some horrible tornados.”  President Monson responded and said I know, tell them three things:  first, I love them; second, I’m praying for them, and third, thank all the volunteers. 

We rushed to get crews out of the church by 9am when the three wards were meeting for their sacrament meeting.  I talked with more people and had hoped to get out and work with my ward, but as I was heading out a member called and pointed out that the signs we put out had the wrong phone number (the printer switched the 4 and 9).  Crud!  The sisters that went with me weren’t around so I grabbed some volunteers and drove around again correcting the signs with white duct tape and a Sharpie…I think I got all of them I put out, but we did send some with the missionaries.  Oh well.

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I should do better with before and after pictures.
I made this poor doctor and his wife slave pretty
hard to get this tree off a roof and to the curb 
but they worked hard and were amazing! 
(Although, I don't think they returned Tuesday)
We knew Monday would be quiet at the command center, so we did some research to find areas that were affected Friday (there were so many storms and so much straight wind throughout OKC and 
surrounding area that we could no longer knew where we needed to focus canvassing and advertising.  We found some areas and I started putting out more signs when lightning struck my brain and I realized that we needed signs by the people not necessarily by the damage.  So we put up signs by Walmart, Target, and Lowes.  We only had a couple of teams Monday and no chainsaw operators (most of the damage from the last storm was tree/roof damage, fortunately the EF5 hit in the country not the city).  So I went out and cut a tree off someone’s roof as a couple from North Dakota removed the limbs to the curb. 

Another exciting note for the day, was that as I was checking out a chainsaw a guy named Jimmie checked out one too.  He asked me how he could learn more about he the church.  He noted that he'd worked a lot with Mormon Helping Hands over the past couple weeks and even had his picture posted on the Church's newsroom site.  His wife is a member, but he hasn't been interested, but has been so welcomed during his service that he wants to learn more.  He also noted that with his picture online and in the paper wearing a yellow Mormon Helping Hands shirt, people have asked him if he was a member...he added. "Everyone thinks I'm a Mormon, so I should probably learn more about it."  I found out where he lives and happen to know the sisters there quite well.  I texted them and they set up a time to meet with him the following day.  You never can tell the blessings of service.

I debated staying until Tuesday morning, but decided to come home Monday night.  I took Tuesday to catch up a little at the house, but mostly get some rest (although I did run my slowest 5k time in about a year…I’m kind of sore).  Tomorrow back to my real job. Thursday night my family comes home.  They’ve had a great time with family in AR and IA and Camden has been too entertained to talk with me during the day, but at bed time he asks me to sing either “I’m So Glad When Daddy Comes Home” or “Bring Him Home” almost every night.  We plan on going back out this weekend as a family.  Miranda may not be excited, but is very supportive of the plan and the boys love hotels (I’m sure I’ll only be somewhat focused.)  We’re all glad we have a couple of family trips planned later in the June and July.
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FAITH,
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HOPE, 
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And CHARITY
All exist here even in the storm
Now for my observations from the week.
1.       We don’t have to be perfect, just know the direction and start working.  I’ve seen flaws in myself and others in how we’ve responded, but overall everyone has gone great work and amazing things are happening.
2.       I had some very busy weeks leading up to the tornado and I sat down the morning of the tornado to plan and saw that I had very few significant things scheduled the next couple of weeks; I thought that I needed to get on the ball with my planning.  I know now that it was a tender mercy of the Lord and that it has allowed me to serve in OKC without worrying too much about everything else.  (Although I can’t say that I haven’t dropped a ball or two).
3.       When you know a storm is coming charge your electronic devices.  It’ll make life a lot easier.
4.       Make sure you proof read…it can save you a lot of time and energy.
5.       The Lord and his servants care about The Church and the individual.  Elder Rasband’s actions reminded me of that.

And now for a moment of levity:


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The more impressive thing than the hopeful message on the
garage door, was that within about 9 days from the storm
this man had re-roof, re-sided, and installed windows
on his daughters home here.
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Dan gets to play with a big chainsaw
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I was entertained
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Yard of the Month! I love it.
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Although not the saddest part of the whole thing,
it is sad that the storm destroyed a disc golf
course before I could even play there.

By the way I looked up the word tornado as I've seen its plural as tornados and tornadoes.  Both are accurate according to the dictionary.  I chose tornados because I am against the gratuitous use of the letter 'e'

Thoughts from a Disaster (Kinda Long-Winded...Feel Free to Just Look at the Pictures)

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For those that don’t know an EF5 (winds greater than 200 mph) hit Moore, OK (south of Oklahoma City) on Monday 5/20 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2013_Moore_tornado).  24 Died, including 10 children.  All missionaries are fine.  (The APs were closest to the damage.  The house nest to them was destroyed…they had a broken window).  Between 15-25 members had houses destroyed and many more had mild to severe damage.
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Main observations from the Tornado: Pay attention to the warnings, but listen to the Spirit.  Tornados are fickle and don’t always go where predicted.  This one was head straight at the church (there was a funeral at the church at the time), but turned and destroyed two elementary schools.  The Joplin tornado turned and left only a handful of the church walls standing.  In the end most people that I’ve talked with say they felt that should do something specific and because they listened they were safe:
·         One member of the LDS Church felt she should gather her genealogy and  hide under the stairs.  That was the only part of her home left standing. 
·         Another member was hunkered down but felt they needed to leave.  They drove around the storm, only to return to a missing home. 
·         We helped a lady in the community dig through her debris.  She said that her mother told her to hunker down in a safe place inside.  She did so but felt she needed to leave and did so.  Her roof is gone and all exterior walls are missing.  She was sure if she stayed she’d be dead.  (Interestingly in her kitchen, that had no roof, there was a hanging basket of kitchen utensils that was still hanging, clean and untouched.)
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Working on the house where the lady was
told to stay, but chose to leave

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The rubble pile to the right in the picture was
the place where she originally hunkered down


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Her amazingly intact, roofless kitchen

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After volunteers finished it looked like this.  In the end it would be bulldozed, but  I'm sure some order was nice.
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Cars, generally not a safe place to hide from tornados
Observations from the recovery:
1.       People want to help, but well meaning is not always helpful.  Right after the disaster well intentioned people tend to get in the way of trained rescuers and have caused delays that lead to loss of life. 
2.       It’s important to be humble and listen, even if you’re right.  Some of the leaders had great plans and had already started to respond.  Because of that, they weren’t as open to outside suggestions and missed some important facts.  (Including the fact that if you keep track of names and hours of volunteers, FEMA reimburses the state for that time at something like $20 and hour).
3.       Not all disasters are the same: The Church sent a lot of tents, cots, and sleeping bags.  They’re need when the damage is widespread, but when it’s severe, but isolated there are still a lot of options in the community for shelter and they won’t be used.
4.       It’s important to make clear and specific assignments.  On Wednesday evening there were various meetings to discuss plans.  Many assignments were handled well, but the method and timeline to disperse contact information to the affected areas was not clearly defined.  We have not had the large volume of calls that we expected.  Now we’re trying to play some catch up.
5.       In the clean up it’s easy to get involved in work that doesn’t matter in the long run.  People generally want to help people.  The problem is that many of the streets near the major disaster were inaccessible (e.g. blocked by cops and the national guard as the responders first searched for people and then as the utility companies turned of gas in places and restored electricity where possible).  So initial requests from the city are for areas that are accessible and not too destroyed.  The city asked us to go to the high school to pick up garbage and to a couple city parks to clear out significant tree damage.  Not what you hope to do when you know of the personal destruction just a couple of blocks away.  Interestingly, as we’ve gained access into some destroyed areas, volunteers got trapped doing things that have little significant long-term value.  Much of the area will be completely bulldozed, but groups assigned to help find valuables get sucked into cleaning houses.  In the end cleaning out the park, though not as exciting, caused more lasting change than cleaning out by hand what is planned to be cleared by machinery in a couple of days.  (Granted there is some value to the person as we serve and bring some order to their personal chaos, but it’s easy to lose sight at times.) 
6.       It’s good to ask people who know what the need is and respond to that need.  Many people want to help.  We’ve had clothes and food from in huge trailers from many states.  They reported that in one recent disaster they had to rent a 200,000 square foot building to house and sort all of the donations and that many were broken, soiled, or in some other way unusable.  Generally the most effective thing, if you’re far away is to donate to the Church Humanitarian Fund or the Red Cross.

In the end I have been very impressed with how well things have been run.  They few hiccups have been minor and the amount of service provided through Mormon Helping Hands and many other amazing organizations has been huge.

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Command Center
Those are just some thoughts after a handful of long, but fulfilling days.  So, you ask, “What have you been doing, Dan?”  Setting up computers and printers in a command center, learning the disaster program and training others on it (the missionaries from SLC are older and not technical), unloading a semi of supplies from the church, mixing gas for chainsaws, answering phones, looking for places where we can send volunteers, sharpening and fixing chainsaws, checking out supplies, checking in supplies, making sure volunteers don’t starve or dehydrate (today after our lunch fell through, we scrambled to get others to supply us with food…we ended up with enough food for about 800 when we had 200 at that location…they didn’t starve because many people are so willing to help), cutting down a tree, talking with leaders about their members, driving around with cool LDS Emergency Service Magnets on my car, fixing more computer issues, teasing missionaries about sunburns, oh yeah and talking with people who are having difficulty with the trauma.
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