When I think of family, I remember the unique opportunity that Hurricane Ike gave us to reconnect last summer. Instead of split amongst apartments and dorm rooms, my whole family was gathered together in the house where we grew up. When the lights went out, rather than watch TV at night, we stood on our driveways and talked with neighbors we normally just waved to. We traded chainsaws, batteries, and books. We barbecued corn on the cob and played cards by candlelight. The neighborhood kids, free from school and video games, roamed the streets in giddy packs, and you could tell by their grins that they would remember those days for the rest of their lives. I always try to see the silver lining, and while it shouldn't have taken a hurricane, I'm grateful for the chance it gave me to rediscover the meaning of family and neighbors.
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