As I slapped though the large puddles all over our basement and surveyed the damage, we got to work sorting out what got ruined from what was able to be salvaged. Tabletops, the tops of plastic tubs and anything else that would keep the boxes dry were employed to not ruin any more of our possessions.
Then the sorting began. As the "wet" boxes were opened there were decisions to be made about whether something was able to be salvaged or not. If it could be saved we put it into a box. If it could not be saved, it was thrown in a garbage bag.
What amazed me was how a things value could change from its exposure to water. Something that was valued before, had no value now if it was soaking wet. We are so tempted to hang on to possessions and value them. It takes a crisis of some kind to allow us to get a glimpse of how important they really are in fabric of our lives. The blinders fall away from our eyes and we see possessions for what they really are. Just junk.
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