The morning greeted me with the scent of breakfast. Some of the same volunteers that were helping people the night before were still there, serving us biscuits, gravy, sausage, eggs and coffee.
That morning, I joined volunteers from the First Baptist Church of Whitesboro in helping to move the community shelter to the church, merging us with a larger camp. Later, one of the people I met, Chris Clark, offered to help me move my car from the icy parking lot. He helped me push it out and led me back to the shelter, never getting farther than 15 yards away from me.
After lunch, I spoke with two highway patrol officers. They told me Highway 56 was icy, but passable. I thanked them and my new friends at the shelter, and set off, arriving safely at my destination later that night.
I am in no way a religious man. I like to say I’m a deist that masquerades as an agnostic. But the people I met during this grand adventure showed me what it means to care for your brothers. They showed me the beauty of truly practicing what you preach. I don’t know if I’ll ever experience an event like this again, but should I ever start to lose faith in humanity, I have a group of people I was lucky enough to meet that will quickly restore it.
James Bright is the editor of the Chickasha, Okla., Express-Star.