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Duty Calls

This post originally published in National Journal of Nursing Off the Charts blog. Author Sue Hasmiller is currently deployed as a Red Cross volunteer.

Monday, May 2: Duty calls
I have been involved with the Red Cross for 36 years now, ever since the organization helped me find my parents when they were victims of an earthquake while vacationing in Mexico City. It was the day my parents made it home safely that I made a silent pledge to myself that I would find a way to repay my gratitude to this wonderful organization. As a young nurse, I signed up with the Red Cross in my college town of Tallahassee. I went on quite a few disasters in my single days, but these days, with all my job and family responsibilities, the real hands-on work comes infrequently. I am torn to be leaving those responsibilities now, and especially on Mother’s Day, when I will be missing being with my own mother and my own (grown) children who will tell me that they are happy and proud to have me as their mother.

And I will cherish those words as always, but I do think of the hundreds of people affected in this disaster who have lost their mothers forever, or the mothers who lost their children, and I think perhaps for a short two weeks of my life I might find some way to help them. That is my desire.

Tuesday, May 3: First night in the disaster shelter
I am at work for the last day before leaving, and feel so grateful that I work for an organization (the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation) that supports their employees in giving back to their community and country in this way. They have always been this way. I have worked there for 14 years and in that time have spent time away during 9/11, Katrina, the Indonesian tsunami, the four hurricanes that hit Florida at the same time, hurricane Floyd in NJ, and now this monster in Alabama that has no name. I don’t serve this way often, but every once in a while there is something so significant that I can’t ignore it.

I think part of my going has to do with the need so close to where I live. The Japan event got so much attention and I am glad that the American Red Cross was able to help and Americans emptied their wallets for another country in need . . . but this is our country and our people. It hasn’t received the level of attention or financial support that Japan received, yet the human needs are just as great. I’m glad that Alabama is just a two-hour plane ride away and soon I will be part of the same organization that helped me with my own crisis 36 years ago. My outcome was positive, but I have already been briefed that this disaster is as bad as Katrina, with death and destruction as far as the eye can see.

When I arrive at the Birmingham airport late at night I am grateful to see a group of 10 Red Cross volunteers who have just come in from another plane, grateful because a young man from England (now living in LA) has offered to cart me to my sleeping quarters for the night and I don’t have to find where I am going on my own.

We are told that we are to go to Samford University for our accommodations. In another time, I would no doubt think that Samford University is indeed a beautiful place, but on this evening, now after midnight and having just been led to the gymnasium where hundreds of cots lie before me, albeit cots filled with humanitarian souls, I’m a bit less than enthused.

I’m not such a young person anymore and to be told that the bathroom is in another part of the building (and not next to my bed!!) is a bit disconcerting. But when I remind myself of why I am here and why these hundreds of people are here and why I’m sleeping on a cot next to men and women who are strangers, and the bathroom oh so far away, it’s pretty bearable. And yes, I had to make the trek at around 3 am to the other part of the building….

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