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A single drop of Rain


Every time I hear that song by the HighwayMen, I think about my seventh grade science teacher informing us that there was no new water on earth; it had merely been recycled. That drop of rain that fell on my face might have been a snowflake crunched underfoot by Napoleon’s armies or under Jesus’ feet as he walked across the water or part of the Red Sea that Moses parted.

Water is a precious resource and yet can be an instrument of great power and wreak damage. After Hurricane Rita, one wall of my shop had water driven straight through it peeling off the paint in long streamers while at home, the only water that came from the tap—when it did—was black! Hurricane Ike drove the water through the wall on the opposite side—the shop is a wood frame building and I was vastly surprised to find it still standing. The tap water was so salty from the incursion of the seawater into our drinking water supply, it was undrinkable.

Two years ago, my husband and I had the opportunity to participate in a water well drilling in Honduras. Clean water there is a luxury and most women spend much of their day retrieving water from the nearest river—the same river that they wash their clothes in, their vehicles and the animals drink from. The luxury of a faucet with running water is something they can’t possibly imagine.

A single drop of rain!

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