This post was originally published on the FEMA Blog on Dec. 21, 2012.
In August, FEMA rolled out a program with the Corporation for National and Community Service (CNCS) called FEMA Corps.The FEMA-devoted unit is made up of young people from the AmeriCorps National Civilian Community Corps (NCCC) between the ages of 18-24, many of whom are interested in a career in emergency management. In the story below, 22-year-old Elizabeth McSherry shares her experience working with FEMA Corps in New York.
Growing up, I was fortunate enough to live a different experience than most. My parents were treasure hunters and I spent a majority of my childhood on their boat traveling in the Bahamas. Looking back, I almost feel as if I took those years a bit for granted; I never would have thought that the very boat I grew up on would be lifted and dropped in someone else’s yard. But when Hurricane George came through in 1998, that's what happened. Little did I know, 14 years later, I would be on the other side of disaster recovery.
My FEMA Corps journey began in Vicksburg, MS, and Anniston, AL, where I completed my training for AmeriCorps and FEMA, respectively. From there, my team and I were deployed to Baton Rouge, LA, to support the Hurricane Isaac response.
In Baton Rouge, my assignment was to make a series of courtesy calls to let survivors know we were actively working to find resources for them. After dialing page after page of phone numbers, I ended up speaking with an older lady who suffered extensive damages as a result of the storm. I was incredibly nervous that she would be frustrated, but rather than an angry tone on the other end of the line, a voice came through that was so appreciative to even hear someone was still working to help her. A simple phone call can make a difference.
In New York, on the Hurricane Sandy response, I continue to come across inspiring people. As an anthropology major, I love culture and I'm particularly enthralled with the diversity you find in New York. In the Rockaways, where I've spent most of my time, I've met people from all different geographic, economic, professional, and religious backgrounds. Just by walking through the streets and knocking on their doors, I've become so much more aware of the incredible culture here in New York. And the way the different communities unite together as a city is unbelievable.
During my first few days, we were assigned to canvass neighborhoods in Broad Channel in Rockaway. We ran into a few survivors that told us about a man who lived nearby in a wheelchair. Upon reaching his house, we were shocked to find that not only was he safe and in good health, he had in fact been providing food, water, and beds to his neighbors who had lost everything. Despite his own home being severely flooded and damaged, the fact that this man, clearly undeterred by his limited mobility, opened his own home so unselfishly and without any hesitation rendered us all completely speechless.
In Breezy Point, again, I felt a strong sense of community. Many were appreciative to see us and relieved to have someone just to talk to. One man I came across was this big, tough guy who was venting about what he and others in the community had been through, but when asked if he had applied for assistance, he insisted he wasn't interested. I think a sense of pride was what may have discouraged him. But later that day, when we went to work at one of the Disaster Recovery Centers, I saw that same gentleman waiting. Not only was he there to get information for himself, but he had a list names of people in the community he was looking into potential assistance for as well.
In the month and a half my team was in New York, the progress I witnessed was absolutely incredible. Although we all were frequently exhausted by the various assignments we had been given each day, it truly makes it all worth it when you can step back and realize that you've played even a small part in such a huge recovery effort.