WATER, WATER, EVERYWHERE--AND NOT ONE DROP FOR DRINKING.
Before buying the large and beautiful condominium in my home town of Pine Bluff, Arkansas, I learned it was located in a flood zone. After checking with many flooding experts,
I was told the condo had “taken” a few inches of water--only one time—and that one time had barely-wet a small area around the front door.
assured me—any and all flood waters were now kept “in check”. Years earlier, the city had updated their over-flow system by installing expensive Flood Gates. These modern steel doors were immediately closed each time storm warnings
indicated possible flooding of any kind, especially in Flood Zones.
So…I purchased the elegant structure with confidence. I furnished it with my treasures, antiques
and pretties, many I’d lovingly-restored. Of course my most valuable possession--- a handmade, concert grand Steinway Piano—was my true love. I'd purchased it from a military soldier-- turned-piano teacher-- who’d been unexpectedly
called back to active duty. Forced to sell his piano, the musician turned soldier, seemed satisfied to have me as his beloved Steinway's new owner.
Yes, I’ve always
treated my belongings with love, respect, and gentle kindness and--if I say so myself--my treasures transformed my new condo into a-- “show place”.
when I announced my intent to run for Mayor of my hometown--on the Republican ticket--I never imagined I would soon become the Democrat Party’s target of hate; the Party’s number-one-enemy!
It was only after finding my tires stabbed and slashed; my car deeply “keyed” on both sides; and my car’s vinyl top sliced in multiple places, that I realize how low-down and dirty politics could be BUT---- ONLY
if you’re challenging a Democrat!
When the low-lying areas of the town began flooding; when the creek near my condo over-flowed its banks; when water began lapping at both
the front and back door of my condominium--I panicked.
I watched in horror as water steadily-dripped-- then poured into my home. I frantically grabbed lamps, pictures,
stools--throwing them on top of dressers, beds, and cabinets, but….I was only one person with only two arms, desperately- fighting tons of rapidly-rising water.
the rain finally-stopped outside, and the rising water finally-stopped inside, I remember feeling overwhelmingly-sick. I watched, completely helpless, as the dark, greasy water continued its efforts to invade my piano’s keyboard.
Yes, I had flood insurance but, like most insurance, it only covered the bare necessities. Insurance didn't cover the endless days, weeks, and months, of cleanup or---reward me for
overwhelming loss, countless inconveniences, maddening anguish, and too-many unexpected snake experiences.
Everything in the bottom drawers, lower shelves/ cabinets and lower
book cases, was instantly destroyed. Chairs and sofas had to be rebuilt then re-upholstered. My brand-new mattresses were forever-soaked and, within days, growing mold. My appliances—including stove, refrigerator, dishwasher, and washer/dryer
were declared useless and must be replaced. Everything underfoot-- including hardwood floors, rugs, carpeting, ceramic and vinyl tile--was destroyed. Nothing survived-- not the wallpaper or the door frames, handmade bookcases-- AND--certainly not
the wiring or the plumbing. The lone survivor of the waist-high waters proved to be the condo's basic structure.
Weeks after the flood, I received an anonymous letter in
the mail. The letter was well-written and I had every reason to believe the message inside. The writer's house was also flooded and he’d done some private investigating. He was so angry he actually paid a city official to tell him: WHY ---after living
in his house for nearly forty years--- did his house flood this time, for the first time?!?!?
The city official (unnamed) admitted the Mayor (a life-long Democrat), had ordered
the Flood Gates to stay "OPEN” because, in his words: “Sally Miller needs to LEARN a lesson”. Don’t tell me about Democrats or just how far they will go-- to WIN.
That single flood experience taught me an important lesson. Today, I take nothing for granted and leave nothing to chance---including the weather. And--- you can be damn-sure I will never-again under-estimate my enemies.