What's up, everyone? Anything interesting going on in your world? It's been pretty normal and uneventful here in Beantown! I'm fully rested, getting 8+ hours sleep a night and ...
KIDDING. I gotta laugh. Take away my fun and you take away my sanity.
Before I get started, here's a breath of fresh air to make me smile and give me the feels...as well as a couple non-disaster news items!
Brooklynn telling MiMi she's tired of the Paparazzi |
Prince providing some much needed cuddle time |
Last
weekend was the end of the first week of Daniel's new job. We both love
it already. More time together being the best perk but all the other
stuff is great, too. I don't want to be too crass and talk about money
but... more money. Which, given the current stress of life, helps a lot.
Somewhere in the last week, Sean McClelland got all dressed up and attended his Junior Prom with a really cute girl who wore a dress I'm jealous she can make look that good. Va Va Voom! Keeping a promise they made years ago, Leigh and Courtney let Sean drive the convertible BMW Z that night. I have pics she sent me and man, I feel old...but proud and happy.
Okay, I'm ready now. Here's the low-down on what happened, what I was and am doing, etc... And please know I haven't really processed this yet. I haven't had time. I have support from Daniel and work and and friends and local family...and yes, I have a good therapist up here. He's going to have fun with me next Monday.
And... here we go ...
Monday, April 15th, 2013: Boston Marathon
(and tax day but hey, way to bury the lead, Uncle Sam)
[this is lengthy but cathartic]
I was asked if I wanted to do PA for ARC Communications with Shawna by going to a station (at mile markers) to tweet and take pictures of some of the 40 Team Red Cross Marathon runners. I declined because 1. I had a doctor's appointment & didn't want to brave the foot traffic to get there late and 2. I just wasn't "feeling it." I can't tell you why. I don't know why. I wasn't going to be at the finish or anything but yes, this being my first Marathon in Boston, I probably would have tried to be down there at some point just for my own satisfaction.
All morning I was tracking the runners' progress. The Boston Athletic Association (they are the ones who put on the Marathon) has a great website where you can see where the runners stand at each 5K point. I was particularly interested in our team, and Jarrett...and there was a Dade City woman in there, too (Vera something or other). I was re-tweeting our PA people with status reports and very excited as each runner hit the 1/2 way point and then the finish line.
Allistair had the live coverage on the projector tv in our boardroom so some of us took breaks and went in there to watch the "elite" runners finish. The men and women didn't break any records but man, it was exciting. I think I could do a 5K but 26.2 miles? No way! I went back to my desk and was continuing my "stuff." Shawna and Bob and Kelly all were back in the office after doing all their PA stuff and we were all just having an "easy" day following everyone.
I was so excited tracking Jarret. He had gotten past the 40K point and his miles/minute were under 14.4. Vera finished. Ben Barr finished (I think that's him...Andrea Madill was particularly interested in him so I was posting for her). A lot of Team Red Crossers finished. It was pretty cool. I was loving it.
Then: One of my co-workers said there were reports of an explosion at the finish line. We all ran to the boardroom to watch on tv. By that time the second explosion (at that time we didn't know to say, "bomb") happened. I immediately called Mom to let her know I was okay and to spread the word.
Welcome to DR 178-13
(Disaster Response Number)
I went back to my desk to refresh the results so I could see where Jarrett was. Bob came around the corner and said the DOC (Disaster Operations Center) was opened and it was, "All Hands on Deck." From that point in the day, it was a blur. I was helping staffing and answering the "fire line." That's the line where we get calls of people who need our help and when the fire departments call us to let us know there is an indecent and we're needed.
Things got real at about 7pm when Lily and Leighton and Bob pulled me aside and asked how comfortable I'd be as a liaison to ARC and The City of Boston's call center. They needed someone there to give info on our, "Safe and Well" program/site. I said I'd get comfy with it quickly. Please understand that this was only 4 hours into this so I wasn't even thinking about safety or anything that YOU might have been at that point. I was very excited that I was given this task and that Senior Leadership trusted me with it. I'm not staff. I'm a volunteer with AmeriCorps assigned to an 11 month contract working with Youth Programs. I was honored that this was asked of me.
There were some logistical issues and waiting so I was in the DOC hanging out observing. Jarrett showed up. Let me take a minute to say some things here about what that means (to me and what it SHOULD mean to everyone else):
This man, who you all know I admire and respect, ran TWENTY FIVE POINT SEVEN ( maybe point eight?) miles of a 26.2 mile marathon. Think about that and where he was to the finish line and the explosion. Then think about how close he was to finishing a grueling task he'd never attempted before. Then go ahead and think about how his two sons were somewhere at the finish with his assistant, Jeanne and how frantic he must have been worrying about the three of them. Now...look at this picture I took some time before 8pm the night of the Marathon.
Jarrett Barrios, CEO of ARCEM...In the DOC |
Yes, he was in the doc, in his running clothes, doing his job. This is why it's not difficult to get up in the morning and go in to do this "job" every day when you're tired. If he can do it after all of that, so can I. This is why he inspires respect and loyalty.
To continue:
I got a ride to City Hall from one of our volunteers and I did what I was asked to do. I was a representative of ARC with the City for about an hour before they opened up the castle (point place for assistance). I took this pic b/c I wasn't thinking of danger or what was going on. I was happy I had a purpose and that I was helping my team. Please don't think it was uncaring or anything. I was just wrapped up in what I was asked to do and happy I could make them proud they asked me to do it.
When I got to City Hall, it was a scene straight out of an action movie. There were police everywhere. One of them offered to escort me inside and help me get where I needed to be. They were very nice. I think it helped they saw my ARC credentials and jacket. I was searched and everything. Strange. I found my contact person and did what I needed to do.
Now, I don't know where you guys were on 9/11/01 but unless you experienced that in a "city," you may not understand this part. At this point, we didn't know who, what or why. Police of all levels were EVERYWHERE. The T was running and it was guarded; as in AK47 military/police guarded. Downtown Crossing (where a lot of the lines intersect and you change trains) was reopened by 10 when I left. I had a police escort inside but then I had to take it by myself ... that was not a fun experience emotionally. Natalie was going to come get me but by the time she braved the traffic, it would have been over an hour of me waiting. I jumped the T and rode it to my stop. She picked me up there and drove me home so I didn't have to wait for a bus outside then walk the 1/2 mile from the bus stop. I was grateful. Very.
Tuesday through Thursday, I did staffing. I checked in local and nationally deployed volunteers, issued them staff credit cards and out processed them. 8am-6pm those days it was DR 178-13 all day, every day. Most of our disaster response is providing disaster mental health workers...and the support that comes with that: case workers and drivers and people to provide water and snacks to responders. It's very detailed and interesting stuff.
Thursday, Daniel was here and we went to dinner. I woke up at 3am on Friday b/c my cell phone was vibrating non-stop with CNN, Twitter and WCVB Boston updates. This is obviously when all the stuff with the bombers went down. They did their thing and shut down the entire city. Literally the entire city. Long story short, after the T was shut down and taxi service was suspended, Alex came to get me in an ARC car so I could get to Cambridge and work. Eerie doesn't begin to describe driving down Mass Ave and seeing 4 police officers on every corner and MBTA Police at the entrances to each T Stop. *shudder*
Anyway, the rest is a blur of working and making sure things got done. When you are deployed or are assigned to a DR, you have to have at least a day off every 7 days. I took Sunday and did laundry. Exciting, I know. LOL.
There have been moments when I am just amazed at people's resilience and generosity. ARC has some great supporters because companies have been donating food to the volunteers most days (we got Olive Garden two days in a row...and Panera and Dunkin Donuts have been steady in their support of us). We got Red Sox tickets and massages in the office..and ice cream and cupcakes and cookies. It's insane the level of support that exists in this city.
Anyway, that's where we are now. We are trying to ramp it down but there are still vigils and memorials and funerals where we are needed for the support we provide. This is tiring and exhausting but extremely rewarding work. I don't know if I could go out and do what our volunteers do. I know my strengths and they lie in office work and organization and support. I feel appreciated and needed so that's good. Stress is high but I am working with some great people. Our regular team is together and we work well with each other. We are friendly and comfortable with each other and humor is key in our relationships. That helps a lot.
As a side note: our Disaster Mental Health volunteers are constantly checking on us, too. They talk to us in the elevator and come to our work stations and get a feel for how we're doing. They make sure we're eating and hydrated and taking breaks to get away from the stress. It's very comforting.
You know what else helps a lot? The support from family and friends I received. I got phone calls and emails and messages from tons of people. Hell, I got a message from someone I hadn't really spoken to in 10 years. It means a lot. So thank YOU!
I know this was long but I have to tell you, it felt good getting it out. Thanks for indulging me.
Everyone be safe and well. I'm going to bed. I have to be at work by 7am.
Much Love, Jini
PS: If you're not watching The Khaleesi kick ass on Game of Thrones, you are missing out!