It’s September! Normally I’d be writing to you about the upcoming Fashion Weeks, the huge September magazine issues, and the kickoff of the fall social season. But, I just can’t do it. Today, it just feels wrong to focus on those things.
You see, Houston is my hometown. I’m a born-and-bred Texan. I spent my childhood years in Houston. Victoria, Texas – which is about 65 miles north of the coastal city where Hurricane Harvey made landfall (and was hit a again when the storm came in for a second punishing round) – is where I was born. I’ve had a pit in my stomach for the greater part of a week. As I watch the images pour in of the city under water and as I’ve heard stories from friends who have literally lost everything, I’m heartbroken. The suffering is unimaginable. At times it feels helpless. I wonder if my beloved city will ever be and feel the same. Will I recognize it the next time I’m there? How will it change the landscape? How will it ever recover?
This is being called the worst natural disaster in the history of the United States. Every time I hear that, I realize I’m still in disbelief. I simply can’t accept this is true. Sadly, I know it is. But, I also know a few other things to be true.
The outpouring of support has been truly inspiring. I’ve had friends from all around the globe reach out – asking what they can do to help (thanks, Dubai!). There are people I’ve never met, who have connected with me on social media offering their prayers and love. Almost every one of my clients has pitched in to help in some way. In the lines at Target or the grocery store, you see people buying supplies to send. I’ve seen a young man blow off his rent payment, in order to buy a boat and head south to join the rescue mission. The heroism is nothing short of amazing. The human spirit is remarkable, isn’t it?
Texans are resilient. We are strong. And, trust me on this – you’d be foolish to ever bet against Houston. Yes, the city will change. But, don’t count her out. In time, she will be back. She’ll be strong. And, she will survive – and be better than ever.
When I die I may not go to heaven
I don’t know if they let cowboys in
If they don’t just let me go to Texas.
Texas is as close as I’ve been.