I’m no hero. I’m nothing special. I’m a human.
Harvey. A name I’ll never forget. Not because I have a distant relative named Harvey, but because of the hurricane that ravaged the Gulf Coast. It was Thursday, August 24th when I was sitting at my desk and I got a big red message flashing across one of my monitors. It informed me that the university would close early on Friday so families could go home and prepare for the impending storm. The city of Houston along with many others like Corpus Christi and Rockport had already braced themselves for Harvey. Days leading up to the storm, store shelves were empty. Fueling stations were dry. And ATMs were out of cash. I knew it was going to be bad. But not this bad.
During this same time, shelters were opening their doors and mega stores like Gallery Furniture opened their doors to Harvey victims. Our Texas sized convention center along with stadiums were also utilized to house people. When I heard the number of people displaced and saw the images of them being dropped at shelters in droves, my heart broke. It was in that very moment that I knew I needed to do something – absolutely anything to help my city.
That day, I cried like a baby watching donations and kind words roll in.
About the Author
Chris West Jr. is a local Houston entrepreneur and all around great guy. For more information on how you can help victims of Harvey, follow his growing list of local shelters and organizations working in Texas by following him on FB.