Why I want to marry the Red Cross

This morning on our trails around the Internet we found a blog post by Kindlingarden with the title, “Why I Want to Marry the Red Cross.” It doesn’t get much better than that, does it? Especially Valentine’s Day week.

Unfortunately, she’s posting this because her house burned down. Her kind words are quite revealing, though, so we thought it would be appropriate to share them with you here.

Why I Want To Marry the Red Cross

I used to think that The Red Cross only showed up if there was a disaster of biblical proportion to be dealt with and throngs of people in crisis to soothe, shelter, and feed.

Well, they also show up when your house burns down.

They not only show up, but they VOLUNTEER to show up.

If I could marry an organization, (and polygamy was legal in my state), I would marry The Red Cross.

As the firefighters fought fiercely to subdue the blaze consuming our house and now also the neighbors’ roof, my husband and I lay on the carpeted floor of a neighbors’ house across the street.

We were trying to stay calm as various police, fire inspectors, EMTs, and friends came in and out.

In the midst of all the chaos, a soft-spoken diminutive old man entered the room. He said he was from The Red Cross and showed us his credentials. He sat with us for over an hour through almost constant interruptions. Somehow, he managed to get all of the vital information he needed. We were in such shock, that it was almost a comfort to answer his questions.

After he had ascertained that we’d be staying with friends as opposed to going to a hotel, he announced that he was done.

He handed us a debit card from the Red Cross worth $500.

Before I could thank him properly or even get his name, he had vanished.

Talk about your everyday heroes! Who was that unmasked man?

That debit card was a life saver. When you have lost 98% of all your material possessions, it is a remarkable thing to be able to buy food for your pets, a pen, a notebook , shoes, (I had left the house barefoot), and much more.

When you have lost all of your stuff, it is a great gift of dignity to be able to buy your own underwear.

I urge you to make a donation to The Red Cross. You never know when you will be on the receiving end of their amazing services.

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