come away with me, norah jones.few weeks ago i took cape flyer train to hyannis, a village in cape cod - a two and half hour ride from the south station. i always love train ride, it reminds me of childhood because my both elementary and junior high schools were located in front of kajang railway station.
i did not dare to jump in the water, or putting my feet at the shore due to sightings of great white sharks in the area since the past few weeks. there were a lot of jelly fishes that you can easily spot from the boat. i guess, me in a boat, was actually a bad idea - but i was convinced to settle and enjoy seafaring, as cooper said that even the best solo yatchmen do not know how to swim - interstellar.
i took an hour and half boat ride journey around the cape and the lighthouses in the area. the tour guide narrated the story of the perfect storm, of a tragic real life story of intense storm that destroyed the lives and crews of andrea gail, a ship from gloucester MA. i watched that movie with my mom, and we discussed the very detail of financial implications, had they thrown all the fishes and safely returned, what would their lives be? how insecurities and financial instability are able to wreck lives as economy difficulties and stress drive people to seek money by all means even to work at dangerous situations.when katrina hurricane hit new orleans, it struck me when i watched thousands of lives were affected by the lack of essentials, food, water, sanitation, shelter and clothes for months and to some, years. i had never seen a catastrophe at such scale where a huge stadium of 80 thousands capacity was held as shelter to thousands for months. at the same time, burgeoning economic crisis (housing bubble and subprime) added more pain in the struggle.
this brought to the question that sometimes, surviving is just not enough.
therefore, it is the responsibility of the others to lend helping hands and support to those needed. destruction was not the only thing i read about from the aftermath, i also saw beautiful things blossomed from the carnage of katrina. (the housing project, rehabilitation, rebuilding lives) most importantly - it brought hope.
'a song by either norah jones or patty griffin - rain.
strange how hard it rains now,
rows and rows of big dark clouds
when im holding on underneath this shroud
rain
it is hard to know when to give up the fight,
two things you want will just never be right
it never rained like it has to night before
now i dont wanna beg you baby
for something u could never give
i am not looking for the rest of your life
i just want another chance to live
