Micah Mogle, 29, Palo
Software Technician @ Rockwell Collins
I like to think of myself as your typical 20-something young professional here in Cedar Rapids grinding it away to earn a living. Just like most everyone else who works hard all week, the weekend is your time to take a breather and relax right? It may seem simple, but my basement is my favorite place to be in Cedar Rapids.
You see, I worked in emergency management in Texas. I watched as the devastation of Katrina and Rita destroyed the Gulf Coast. I was there in a bunker working hard to move people about the county as they evacuated their homes, many of them never to return. Then I left that bunker and went to work with some of the evacuees at distribution centers. The look in their eyes was one of defeat, sorrow, anger, frustration, and hear break. They had for the most part truly and utterly given up. It was perhaps one of the hardest times of my life.
My wife and I moved to Iowa shortly after all that mess. I hate to say but some have blamed us indirectly for bringing water with us. Sure enough six months after purchasing our first home and moving into it in December 2007 the floods came to Iowa. Even better June should have been a great month for us. The day we were forced from our home was June 10, our wedding anniversary. June 13, the first day we got to make a run into our house, was my birthday. June 18, the day the waters began to truly recede, was my wife’s birthday. Talk about a bang up month.
We were among the lucky and fortunate though. The water came to about six inches shy of impacting our floor joists. So the house was saved. Half our living space was gone though, including the basement.
Sounds grim. But the truth is that despite this horrible thing that has happened too many of us, these have been some of the most inspiring and happiest times of my life. You see, unlike in Texas people came together to help one another. People I did not even know very well stopped working to help me and other sand bag for hours. Not just my house but my community as well. I was touched and left in awe.
Then when the flood water receded there was a terrible mess. The one thing I expected to see after the destruction never happened; the looks of sorrow and defeat could not be found in many eyes at all. Instead they were full of grit and determination to dig out, rebuild and move on. Again people came out of the woodworks to help. I have never seen or been apart of such a wonderful thing in all my life.
So what do I do currently on an average weekend here in Cedar Rapids? The honest answer is that my friends and I gather together in a basement with a little bit of beer and make some great memories piecing not just my life back together but the lives of other people too.
Even though it has been over 6 months since the flood, join in and get your piece of this wonderful thing. There are still plenty of people out there that need help or could use it. The odds are you even know someone that was impacted. Just the offer of help makes the world of difference.















