The events of those days are still vivid, but it all happened so fast its just a blur. I lived in the Twin Cities, but have a lot of family and friends in town. We got into town just after midnight on the 19th, and I will never forget the horror of driving across the Kennedy Bridge, seeing the water rushing down and knowing the Sherwood Park and Riverside bowls would inevitably fill. After that, 96 hours without sleep, the column of smoke from downtown, endless helicopters and sirens, a battle eventually lost, a canoe ride out, going home having failed but determined to help and recruiting volunteers for the cleanup, the once-a-weekend round trip up, fatigue after the adrenalin ran out.
What I'll remember most are the people, especially during cleanup, who were going through so much but so grateful. (I'd spend a weekend trudging through sewage in their basements, but I got to go home to my undamaged home on Monday morning.) Even today, I'll get bear hugs and thank yous. It is indeed humbling to be remembered, 10 years later,
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I learned that if you do your very best and still fail, there's never any regrets to live with.
I learned that timing is everything.
I learned that a Saturn will float.
I learned that underneath the calm, stoic exteriors, people here really do care about each other.
I learned not to open a freezer after the power's been off a month.
I learned that 20,000 sandbags aren't that heavy if you have friends.
Having season tickets in the new Ralph, I get back a lot, and the recovery has been remarkable.
"Is this heaven? Almost. Its Grand Forks."