Two men talking:
“Hey, buddy. Do you know how to use a chainsaw?”
“Haven’t used one since I was married.”
The lady sees me looking at her yard.
“Are you and your family okay,” I ask.
“This is my sister’s house,” she replies. “My house took off for Kansas.”
“I have no TV or Internet,” I hear someone say, “So I guess I'll have to go to Walmart so I can watch my soaps.”
A beautiful historic house once stood there. A group of people are standing in the yard, and I assume they’re family.
“Wow,” I ask, shaking my head, “How long have you been here?”
They reply, “Oh, we got here around ten.”
I am looking at Newnan High School. Three students standing near me begin to cry.
I tell them everything will be okay, and when the time is right, they’ll go back.
“That’s why we’re crying,” they say in unison and smile.
A group of people passing out water to those who are working or in need. A police officer directing traffic offers an occasional “be safe” or “good luck” to motorists.
The large cross in front of a church is bent over but still standing. Therein lies the spirit of Newnan. We may be hurting and struggling, but Newnan never stays down for long.
We will heal.
We will laugh again.
When broken, we continue to hold each other up as we move to make things whole.