Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | June 6, 2015

Waves of Volunteers

This week, our Disaster Response Team joined other volunteers from around the country to assist with the clean-up of homes damaged by flood waters in San Marcos. Our team focused on removing water-logged sheetrock and cabinets from homes located just around the corner from the Blanco River. After days of torrential rains in Central Texas, the normally scenic Blanco River overflowed its banks and unleashed a deadly and destructive wall of water in this area more than a week ago.

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Although the waters have receded, the damage remains. Today, some families are grieving the loss of loved ones swept away by the flash floods. Eleven bodies have yet to be recovered. Many more families are dealing with the aftermath of the damage to or complete destruction of their homes. Our team had the opportunity to work in ten damaged homes in a subsidized housing community.
Cleaning InteriorThe water that entered these homes certainly left its moldy signature throughout. All volunteers were required to wear masks because of the mold and the bad stench. We removed the sheetrock, all of the cabinets in the kitchens and bathrooms, appliances, and any damaged furniture and household goods. We then piled all of the debris in front of each home for pickup by other crews.

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Once we completed our work, another crew of volunteers cleaned all of the surfaces with bleach to kill any remaining mold. Over the coming days things should dry out and repair work can begin. The sooner that repairs can be made the quicker the displaced families will be able to return to their homes and begin the process of getting their lives back to some kind of a new normal.

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As I worked alongside our men, I thought about one of my favorite Mother Teresa quotes —“I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.” The flood waters certainly left their ugly signature on the homes and in the hearts of many people in Central Texas. But God is leaving His signature as He uses waves of volunteers to write a message of love, hope, and healing.

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I am grateful for the men on our Disaster Response Team and for all of the volunteers we met this week. We all enjoyed meeting and serving alongside folks who traveled to Central Texas from around the country to lend a hand. While homes will be repaired in the coming weeks and months, it may understandably take a little longer for hearts to heal. Even so, one thing is certain — God is indeed writing a love letter to the people of Central Texas through the selfless and compassionate service of so many volunteers.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | June 5, 2015

If Damaged Walls Could Talk

It’s one thing to hear that 1,000 people in Central Texas have been displaced by recent floods but quite another thing to meet some of those people. Today I had the opportunity to meet three families in the small subsidized housing community where our Disaster Response Team has served the past couple of days. My heart has been heavy all day as result of listening to their personal stories.

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We started our day with an early breakfast followed by prayer. Monte Vincent, our missions ministry’s point man for our disaster response initiatives, led our men in prayer. He asked that the Lord would use us to be a blessing and encouragement to those we have come to help. Today, we had ample opportunities to do both.

This morning I met a man and his daughter-in-law who were moving out the last of their personal belongings from their modest little duplex. He spoke to me in Spanish and told me about all of the things they had lost when their home flooded. He was worried sick because the vouchers they had received to stay in a hotel were good only until Sunday. After that, he and his wife, daughter-in-law, and grandson would have no place to live until their little home is repaired.

Later in the day I noticed two older women sitting on a bench outside of the homes where we were working. I approached them and asked them to tell me their stories. One of them has lived in the same home since 1972. The other has lived next door for less than a year. Neither of them have any family that they can lean on. “So we only have each other now,” one of the women told me.

Once again, they will have no place to live while their homes are being repaired. Their hotel vouchers are valid only through this weekend. One of the women has a car. The back seat was filled with the few possessions they were both able to salvage. I told them that the people of Kingsland had sent us here to bless them. So, I filled up their car with gas, bought them some groceries, and gave them gift cards to get through the coming days. I know it’s only a short-term solution but it meant so much to them. They cried.

Damaged Walls PicEvery place we worked at today has a story associated with it. I can’t help but wonder about the people who have had to move out of the homes where the guys and I have been removing sheetrock to help expedite repairs that will follow. If the damaged walls could talk I wonder what stories they would tell about the fear that gripped the people when the flood waters came rushing in and turned their lives upside down.

Mother Teresa once said that it is a kingly act to assist the fallen. We certainly want to honor our King by helping those in need here in San Marcos. Yesterday, three local young men joined our team and worked alongside us. As they drove off at the end of the day one of them leaned out the window and said, “Thanks for coming to help the people of our town.” We are all glad that we came and that we have had the opportunity to help. Thanks for praying for us and for the people whose stories will never be heard by anyone but God.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | June 5, 2015

All We Lost Was Furniture

“I was sitting in my chair,” the elderly woman told me, “when all of a sudden the water rushed in and covered my feet.” Within minutes her little home was filled with more than a foot of silty brown water from the nearby flood-swollen Blanco River. “But,” she continued, “all we lost was furniture and stuff. Thank God my husband and I are ok.” We continued our conversation as she looked through an album of pictures that had gotten soaked. She managed to dry and salvage most of them. Looking at the photos made her happy.

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Our Disaster Response Team was assigned to work in a low-inclose subsidized housing area yesterday. When we walked into the first little home there was a jumble of stuff that could not be salvaged — furniture, clothing, toys, and just the general everyday stuff of households. Before we could start removing water-damaged sheetrock, we had to empty the place. Doing something like this is sad. The folks who could least afford to lose the things in their homes lost the most. All of their hard-earned stuff ended up in a pile outside the house ready to be carted off to the dump.

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As we worked all day removing sheetrock and appliances and, essentially, gutting out two homes, I thought about the next folks who would live in these places. Life will go on after the floods. People will relocate and readjust and find their new normal. Doing so will be more difficult for some, especially those who are older. But, life will go on. As the elderly woman reminded me, people are more important than things, and when you can walk away from a disaster with the people you love then you have much to be thankful for.

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This morning, we will return to the area in which we worked yesterday and continue our work of clearing out homes and removing damaged sheetrock. These are just the first steps toward helping to get things back to normal here. In a few months, these homes will one again be occupied by low-income families. They will start a new chapter of their lives here with their families and their own stuff.

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The elderly woman told me that this is the third time she has been through something like this in her lifetime. She is a reminder that we can make it through difficulties and that God is good. Please remember the people whose lives have been impacted by the floods and also for all of the volunteers who are here to help. There is still lots of work to do. We are happy to be here to help.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | June 3, 2015

Helping Texas Flood Victims

One of the most compelling characteristics of Jesus’ life is that He moved in the direction of people in need. Whether it was a woman at a well, a despised tax-collector in a tree, an adulteress being dragged through the streets by her accusers, or a widow at the funeral of her only son, Jesus did not shy away from messy or painful situations. And, because Jesus moved in the direction of the hurting, He was able to bring healing, health, and hope.

On Thursday morning, our Disaster Response Team will move in the direction of people in need — specifically those who suffered great loss during the recent flooding in Central Texas. During the month of May, Texas was pounded by lots of rain — 35 trillion gallons by one estimate. That’s enough water to cover the whole state up to nearly eight inches deep. This record-setting rainfall resulted in dangerous flash floods all over Central and East Texas, including the Greater Houston area — damaging property and resulting in loss of lives.

Our Disaster Response van and trailer are loaded with supplies and our guys are eager to hit the road. Our team is scheduled to spend the next several days serving those impacted by the floods in the San Marcos area. We pray that our presence will be a comfort and encouragement to those who are still trying to piece their lives back together after the floods. We also pray that we have lots of good and hot sunny weather so that things can begin to dry up.

If we want to become more like Jesus, then we must learn to consistently move in the direction of those in need. We must close the distance between ourselves and those who are overwhelmed by loss, hurt, and pain. Demonstrating kindness is one way to show people in need that God loves them, believes in them, and has not forgotten them.

Please keep our team in your prayers and also the many other volunteers who are working hard every day to help those in need. And please pray for those who are grieving the loss of loved ones and the loss of property in the recent floods. The area where we will work is still considered a recovery area which means that they are still searching for those swept away by the flood waters. I will post updates in the coming days as well as pics of our relief work on my Instagram account at #omarcgarcia.

 

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | May 23, 2015

Inspirational Adventurers

Cheryl Strayed was 26 years-old when she set off to hike the Pacific Crest Trail in 1995. Still grieving her mother’s untimely death from lung cancer and her own failed marriage, Cheryl arrived at the Mojave Desert trailhead with a heavy backpack and a heavier heart. Although she had never been backpacking before, she set off on an adventure that would change her life.

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More than a decade later, Strayed published Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail. This deeply vulnerable memoir about her 1,100 mile odyssey became a New York Times bestseller. Be warned, Strayed holds nothing back in relating just how broken her life had become before she set off on her nearly yearlong journey toward healing. Her story gained in popularity when the film adaptation of the book was released in December 2014 with Reese Witherspoon playing the part of Strayed.

Wild Book CoverStrayed’s story has certainly resonated with a broad audience. Since the release of her book and the subsequent movie, Google searches for “hiking the PCT” have increased six-fold. More people, including many more women, are expected to hike the Pacific Crest Trail this year than in previous years. Strayed’s story has inspired lots of people to believe they can do more than a day hike at a local park.

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Kara Richardson Whitley is another woman with an inspirational story. At 30 years of age Whitley’s weight had ballooned to nearly 360 pounds. Frustrated, she decided to start hiking. Her hiking adventures initially led her up mountains in Vermont, then to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back up, and finally to Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania. She has climbed Kilimanjaro three times. Whitley shared her inspirational story in her book, Fat Woman on the Mountain: How I Lost Half of Myself and Found Happiness and in her latest book entitled Gorge: My Journey Up Kilimanjaro at 300 pounds.

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Sasha Cox is another woman with an inspirational story. After the death of her mother, Cox read Strayed’s story and decided to embark on a journey around the world. While backpacking in the Bolivian Andes with her fiancé, she came up with the idea of providing opportunities for women to have outdoor adventures. As a result, she founded Trail Mavens, billed as a “skills-based outdoor adventure group for extraordinary women.” Cox leads women on adventures that help them to find a greater sense of fulfillment by confronting and overcoming challenges in the great outdoors.

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Roz Savage’s inspirational story is one of my personal favorites. Years ago, Savage wrote two versions of her obituary — the one she wanted and the one she had. The obituary she wanted was one that reflected a life of adventure. The one she was actually heading for reflected a nice, normal, and comfortable life. Savage concluded she was totally on the wrong track, left her corporate job, and “through a bit of a leap of logic, decided to row across the Atlantic Ocean.” Savage accomplished her dream of rowing across the Atlantic in 2005 and has since rowed across The Pacific and Indian Oceans.

I applaud each of these women for having the courage to go beyond and, in the process, for inspiring others to believe that they can do far more than they ever imagined.
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Happy Birthday, Jonathan. Thanks for inspiring me and inviting me to join you on some truly cool adventures in the great outdoors. Love you and proud to be your Dad.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | May 20, 2015

The Life in Your Years

There is little doubt that Americans are drowning in stuff. In spite of the fact that homes in America today are larger than ever before, people continue to run out of space for all of their stuff. As a result, Americans now spend 22 billion-dollars-per-year to store stuff they no longer need or want in self-storage units.

Once folks have crammed their unwanted junk into a storage unit, something interesting happens — people don’t want to mess with that stuff again. A group that serves the self-storage industry noted that human laziness has become a friend of self-storage operators. Once people get their stuff into a storage unit, they don’t want to spend all day moving their stuff out of that storage unit. So, they keep paying to store stuff they don’t want or need.

Thinking about all of the stuff that we think we need to have in order to live fulfilled lives started me thinking about some sage advice the Apostle Paul shared in the first century. “I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am,” he wrote. Paul understood that true fulfillment is not found in the pursuit and accumulation of stuff. Material things might give us some instant gratification but, with the passing of time, we adapt to them and they become a part of our new normal and the excitement fades.

In reality, material things have an expiration date. Sooner or later whatever it is we purchased will become obsolete and we will be tempted to buy the upgrade — thus, more stuff. As a Christ-follower, I have found true fulfillment in my relationship with Jesus Christ. This relationship has no expiration date. The challenge for me is to heed the words of the Apostle Paul and not allow myself to get drawn into the belief that accumulating more stuff will add meaning to my life.

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In recent years I have come to a place of investing more in experiences than in the accumulation of stuff. Material things come with a bill but experiences come with something much more meaningful and fulfilling. For example, last year I hiked a hundred miles with a couple of my buddies. We battled blisters and cloud-bursts and muscle aches and heat. But, we became better friends in the process and will always have some cool stories to share about an experience that has no expiration date.

Abraham Lincoln is credited with having said, “In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” I like that. Country singer George Strait captured this sentiment in his song entitled “The Breath You Take.” These are really good lyrics:

But life’s not the breath you take
The breathing in and out
That gets you through the day
Ain’t what it’s all about
You just might miss the point
Trying to win the race
Life’s not the breath you take
But the moments that take your breath away

In the long-run, experiences will bring more meaning and fulfillment to our years than anything we can possibly buy. Material things come with a bill but experiences come with life lessons and memories that we can treasure and enjoy for a lifetime. To borrow the sentiment of the old MasterCard television commercials, while you can buy a lot of stuff with your credit card, it’s what money can’t buy that is truly Priceless!

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | May 15, 2015

Paddling in the Rain

Preparing for the 2015 Texas Water Safari

Cramming for a final exam — that’s what this final month before the start of the Texas Water Safari feels like. With little time left to train before the start of this grueling 260-mile death march from San Marcos to Seadrift, Doyle and I can’t be picky about the weather or anything else on our training days. Bottom line is, we have to take advantage of every remaining opportunity to get on the river.

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Although rain was in the forecast for today, we loaded our boat and gear early this morning and headed down Interstate 10 toward the San Marcos River. Our plan for today was to do a fast-paced paddle from Zedler Mill Dam in Luling to the low-water crossing at Palmetto State Park, a distance of about 15 miles. With every passing mile down the interstate, the skies turned a little darker and ominous with hints of rain along the way.

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When we arrived at Palmetto State Park, the rangers told us that the water was running fast and high over the low-water crossing, one of the checkpoints on the safari. Doyle and I walked down to look at the water, scoped out an exit point, and then headed to Zedler Mill Dam to begin our training run. When we arrived at Zedler Mill, the water was clearly running faster than normal. And, to make things even more interesting, it started to rain.

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We decided to go ahead and do our training run in spite of the rain. And because the water was running faster and higher than normal, we also decided to wear our life jackets, something we normally don’t do until we reach the open waters of San Antonio Bay. Last month a young 30 year-old engineer from Austin drowned while training for the safari. With that sobering thought in mind we gladly donned our life jackets.

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According to our GPS, we paddled almost two-miles an hour faster than our usual pace — an indication that it was the current making the difference and not our paddling. The San Marcos River is beautiful at this time of the year. However, the overcast skies and gentle rain made it even more so. The colors just seemed deeper and richer today. The recent rains have also weakened the soil along the banks resulting in many more trees that have fallen into the river.

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This section of the river presents two challenges to paddlers — Son of Ottine rapids and a portage around Ottine Dam. The high water made it a little easier to run the rapids but also made Ottine Dam that much more dangerous. A few years ago the San Marcos police chief drowned at Ottine Dam while on a training run. There has been talk of removing this 100-plus year-old dam that is decaying and broken. But, so far, it’s still there — and it’s definitely a hazard.

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Once we portaged around Ottine Dam, we paddled the final mile or so to the low-water crossing at Palmetto State Park. We arrived soaked to the bone but happy that we had a good training run. We had the river to ourselves today. No big surprise there! All of the sane people were in out of the rain. Even so, I’m glad we paddled in the rain. After all, there are no guarantees that it will be all sunshine on the day of the race.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | May 13, 2015

Wordless Wednesday

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Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | May 10, 2015

My Mother’s Voice

Six years ago this month, my beautiful mother spent her last birthday in the hospital. Little did I realize when she entered the hospital that she would succumb to cancer and never return home. I miss her still. Not a day goes by that I do not think about her and thank God for her influence in my life.

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One of the things I miss the most is the sound of my mother’s voice. From the time I left home until she passed away, Mom and I would talk on the phone at least a couple of times a week, even if only for a few minutes. There was something soothing and therapeutic about hearing the sound of her voice. I miss that.

Sadly, my mom lost her voice in the final days of her life. Doctors had put so many tubes down her throat that she was unable to talk. She could barely whisper and was too weak to write, making communication really tough. But I am thankful that she could communicate with her eyes.

In those final days, mom stopped eating and grew progressively weaker. In an effort to motivate her to eat, I told her that I would not take another bite of food until she did. After a couple of days she was able to drink some Ensure. When she finished, she looked at me and, with great effort, breathed out the word “Eat!” I was worried about her and she was worried about me.

After spending several days with mom in the hospital, I had to return to Katy for our youngest daughter’s high school graduation. Before I left I leaned in close, prayed for her, told her that I loved her and kissed her, and promised her that I would return to see her in a few days. That would be the last time I would see her alive. Today I’m thankful that the last time my mom heard the sound of my voice was in prayer for her.

I recently read a report about the therapeutic power of a mother’s voice. One researcher said that a mother’s voice can have the same effect as a hug, even if they’re not standing there. A mother’s voice is indeed good medicine. Perhaps that’s why Mother’s Day is still the day on which the largest volume of telephone calls are made both in the United States and around the world.

For months after my mother died I often found myself reaching for my phone in order to call her. I don’t do that any more, but instead find myself reflecting on conversations we had about family and my travels and just ordinary stuff. I miss those conversations. I miss my mother’s encouragement, her laughter, and even the sound of her tears.

Today, I live with the reality that I will never again hear the sweet sound of her voice on this side of heaven. But I also live with the hope that one day we will be reunited and I will once again hear the sound of her voice welcoming me home.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | May 5, 2015

Texas River Marathon 2015

The Texas River Marathon is a fast-paced 34 mile canoe race on the Guadalupe River. The river marathon is important because it is the preliminary race for the grueling 260-mile Texas Water Safari. The race begins in Cuero, a small town that once was a stopping point on the famous Chisholm Trail, and ends in Victoria. The finishing positions on this race are used to determine the starting positions on the Texas Water Safari.

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This past weekend Doyle and I headed to Cuero to compete in the river marathon for a second time. Our adventure started off a little rough this past Friday when I gashed my head open on the rack that holds the canoe onto my truck. Doyle drove me to the emergency room where the doctor sealed the wound with six staples and two stitches and instructed me to keep the wound dry for 48-hours.

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Keep the wound dry for 48-hours? I told the doc that we were headed for the Guadalupe River to compete in the Texas River Marathon. “Whatever you do,” he emphatically said, “do not get that wound wet and definitely do not expose it to river water!” That was certainly an incentive to not fall into the river. On a positive note, the gash in my head distracted me from the pain in the toe I had broken in Bangladesh earlier in the month.

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This year, almost 130 paddlers signed-up to do the river marathon, including my son Jonathan and his safari partner and other friends we have met in the paddling community. I personally enjoy these opportunities to be on the water with Jonathan and friends. Between my gashed head, broken toe, and some viral infection that had Doyle coughing up a storm, we knew that this race would be a little more challenging than usual.

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Doyle and I determined to paddle at a steady pace and to not stop along the way. And that’s exactly what we did. We kept up a good safari pace and finished the course in 5 hours and 44 minutes with no stop time. That is more than an hour faster than our finishing time in 2013. We finished 86th out of 128 boats — certainly not the fastest but a personal best for us. We were also happy that our new friend Melissa James finished just ahead of us. We will definitely be rooting for her to have a good safari finish this year.

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On Sunday, we joined my son Jonathan and our friends Ben and Jay to paddle the infamous log jam section of the race course. Most safari paddlers will tell you that this is their least favorite section of the river. The portage around the log jam is absolutely brutal. But, great news! After all these years the log jam is no more! Apparently the river authority folks have been clearing it out. Many of the logs are now near the Salt Water Barrier where they are being removed from the river. We paddled through this section with only a couple of minor portages.

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Doyle and I still have a few more training runs to do before the big race in June. In many ways we feel stronger and better prepared but still know that anything unexpected can happen along the way to keep us from finishing. But, that’s one of the fears that makes the Texas Water Safari so exciting. Peter Hillary, the son of Sir Edmund Hillary, stood on the summit of Mount Everest 37 years after his father became the first man to summit the world’s tallest mountain in 1953. Peter said, “Challenge = uncertainty = excitement. Every great goal is a challenge, and the outcome is always uncertain — but that is what makes life exciting!” I totally agree.

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Thank you Patty Geisinger for the photos of me and Doyle on the river. And thanks for taking photos of Texas paddlers during the Texas Water Safari.
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