This has been weighing on my mind.
I was working at the shop the past several days, seeing people that aren't normally around during shoulder season because they've been trying to escape the smoke from the Camp Fire.
Worse yet, a man came into the shop yesterday to find a day pack for hiking and some essentials that are "all gone". His words, "If it wasn't in my truck, it doesn't exist anymore."
His home in Paradise, CA, gone
He's not sure about some of his friends and community members because most aren't reachable...
His mind was wandering, he wasn't focused on what he really wanted, and we really couldn't do much besides being kind.
The only thing he purchased was a pair of sunglasses. Thought he may be back for the hiking essentials later because he feels he needs to get out and get some fresh air instead if being held up in a motel room watching the grim news about the fire and arguing with the insurance company about why he doesn't have receipts. (perhaps because they are all gone along with the house and all the items the receipts would reflect)
The last thing someone wants to hear is, "At least you're alive"