Slight case of poetic justice
Aug. 7th, 2003 09:38 amThe Red Cross chapter I work for has been building a new headquarters building for some time. One of our local supporters has a great deal of money, a great need for tax deductions, and a desire to give back to the community, so he said he'd give us a REALLY BIG chunk of money - but only if we used it to build a new HQ building and credit it to him. We said sure, since working in a rental space is damned expensive.
Back when the property was purchased and our plans announced, people along one of the nearby roads protested to the skies. Said that our Blood Services unit would contaminate the area (not sure with what, since it's not like they're allowed to pour blood down the drain). Said that we'd make the area a target for terrorists (yah, right, and the airport down the road half a mile wouldn't?). Said all kinds of things. Ultimately we won out and they shut up.
Yesterday, during a bout of rain and wind so bad it was raining sideways and the sky turned black, we apparently had a small local tornado. That or a microburst, the kind that downs planes. The locus of this mess? The Chapter's new property - and the homes of the people who protested about it. Chapter's still standing. Property's kind of a mess but we're fixing that. The homes? Another story. Houses weren't wrecked so far as I know but there was an awful lot of damage and such.
The poetic justice part is that we had a disaster volunteer training class going on at the time, and so when the storm subsided, our Disaster Services director put eight bright shiny new disaster volunteers into our Emergency Response Vehicle, drove over to the whiny people's homes, and immediately started rendering them aid. It's our duty to do so, after all. Impartiality, neutrality, independence, unity, unversality, humanity, and voluntary service are the seven pillars of the Red Cross, and in this case impartiality ruled the day.
I like to think of these people as gnawing on their livers or at least slapping themselves in the forehead and going "D'oh!" after last night. Who's protesting now?
Back when the property was purchased and our plans announced, people along one of the nearby roads protested to the skies. Said that our Blood Services unit would contaminate the area (not sure with what, since it's not like they're allowed to pour blood down the drain). Said that we'd make the area a target for terrorists (yah, right, and the airport down the road half a mile wouldn't?). Said all kinds of things. Ultimately we won out and they shut up.
Yesterday, during a bout of rain and wind so bad it was raining sideways and the sky turned black, we apparently had a small local tornado. That or a microburst, the kind that downs planes. The locus of this mess? The Chapter's new property - and the homes of the people who protested about it. Chapter's still standing. Property's kind of a mess but we're fixing that. The homes? Another story. Houses weren't wrecked so far as I know but there was an awful lot of damage and such.
The poetic justice part is that we had a disaster volunteer training class going on at the time, and so when the storm subsided, our Disaster Services director put eight bright shiny new disaster volunteers into our Emergency Response Vehicle, drove over to the whiny people's homes, and immediately started rendering them aid. It's our duty to do so, after all. Impartiality, neutrality, independence, unity, unversality, humanity, and voluntary service are the seven pillars of the Red Cross, and in this case impartiality ruled the day.
I like to think of these people as gnawing on their livers or at least slapping themselves in the forehead and going "D'oh!" after last night. Who's protesting now?