Solidarity Pt. 1

The Four Seasons are something we learn about as children, in school. We come to later realize how to differentiate them, in our own way. We learn with Spring comes the most beauty in colors, as we see the full blooms of flowers and the fully covered canopies of trees, the gleam of the sun in our faces, and of course the beautiful clear blue sky; undisturbed by the gloom of dark clouds. Next, comes what may be a child’s most preferred season; none other than Summer. We all remember sitting in our class rooms, starring up at the clocks as our teachers spouted off about summer reading lists and expectations for the following grade year; the insistent regard to safety in the following months to come, and on and on and on. All the while, the only one thought we had, was freedom. NO MORE SCHOOL, and all that came in between. As adults, beach parties, and less traffic!! A few months later summer is past and is followed by fall; a time where the temperatures cool, and the autumn colors sprout forward. Best of all, Halloween arrives with spunky costumes (for the adults of course) an abundance of cheap candy, and potentially a few opportunities to scare the life out of your close friends and family. The last of the 4 seasons of course; is Winter. The time for snow, for Christmas spirit, for awesome gifts, out of town friends and relatives, and end of year bonuses!Now, if you’re from Miami, you only really know 3 seasons. Either “damn its hot!”, or “I’m freezing my butt off!” are two. Albeit, this claim to freezing is relative being as Miami’s cold lasts all of 3 weeks, and typically doesn’t go below 43 degrees, but again, it’s Miami, warm and wet is what you get! The reality is, Miami does not get the beautiful colors in the Spring, just cooler waters at the beach to enjoy. As one may suspect, there is no snow being as water freezes at approximately 32 degrees; but still just cold enough for ladies to not feel silly when buying knee high boots, they will wear a total of 7 times in the next 5 years. With Autumn does not come the oranges, yellows and reds; instead there is brown leaves, noisy leaf blowers and pumpkin spice lattes at Starbucks, go figure. Which brings us to Summer, and the third season. Summer break…… less traffic; sure, its hot enough to fry eggs on the sidewalk, but there are beaches, mojitos, and very little clothing to compensate. However, there is one other “season” attached to Summer, the third season…….Hurricane Season.Living in south Florida, it is relatively common to see a storm surging in the Atlantic. When the warm water rises to meet the cool air, it creates storm clouds which naturally, given enough time, build up to a huge storm formation then a tropical storm and eventually, a Hurricane. The exact definition is, “a storm with a violent wind, in particular a tropical cyclone in the Caribbean”, let us paint a picture. Imagine a tornado that is dozens or even hundreds of miles in diameter, the eye in its center, its walls being the deadliest point of the cyclone. Now, let’s add to it the several trillion gallons of water it sheds daily throughout its life span, the immense energy building up that release’s cascades of lighting, all the while moving steadily where it chooses. It is frightening to say the least, however common enough where it is taken lightly, too often.If you have lived in south Florida more than 10 years, chances are you’ve experienced at least one Hurricane, and possibly more depending on the decade. Those that have lived their whole lives in the state, have seen several and nearing the double digits. It has become so common an occurrence, that most natives make jokes of anything below a category 4 hurricane; to a point where “Hurricane Parties” have become a thing. Plans are made to drink, and play dominos and board games to pass the time as the storm runs its course; candles at the ready and even wagers made at to when the power will go out. Granted, after the devastation caused by Hurricane Andrew in 1992, building codes were adapted to compensate for such storms, therefore less devastation is to be expected, which ease the minds of most.Unfortunately, this is not the case everywhere and was made evident many times. Late August of 2019, brought forth devastation as Hurricane Dorian made land fall in the Abaco Islands in the Bahamas, and later in Grand Bahama. As the eye of the storm touched land as a Category 5 hurricane, with winds nearing 200 MPH, it eventually came to a dead stop thrashing everything within its range. In its wake, thousands were left without homes, without businesses, without supplies or food or clean water. Lives were taken, families separated and utter devastation left behind, not simply in the neighborhoods, but in the hearts of all that were left.Being from Miami, BV305 are amongst those that have lived through many of these Tropical Cyclones, including the aforementioned, Andrew. Seeing and experiencing what these natural beasts can do, they knew exactly what had to come next. Much like with their brothers in Puerto Rico after Hurricane Maria, the calls rang out, and they were answered. Supplies came in from near and far in such abundance they had to organize pickups every 2 to 3 days to not overwhelm their drop off points, and taken to a warehouse where they await the trip to the Bahamas where they will hand deliver the much needed food and supplies, as well as the man power to work in whatever way that is able. Anxiously they wait on the call for the “all clear”, the call being what tells them it is safe to fly into the island. Recently, the call was made, and soon several of their number will be touching down to provide the help needed, personally. In the coming weeks, there will be, despite the cliché term, literal sweat, blood and tears shed among them, as lives will be saved.One is quick to dismiss a simple gesture, thinking grandeur to be the only true impact. How can my dollar, or my bottle of water make a difference? How can I alone be enough, if I am just one? You may just be one, that dollar may just be one, but if you are one and he is one, now there are two, and others will see and come together to become many, just as the BV305 has. Together, they are many, and together the world slowly becomes an altruistic one.Written By: Javi VasalloInstagram: @_pride55

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