The Boulder Flood & the Gift of Men.

Via Tamara Star
on Sep 14, 2013
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Men often get a bad rap from us women: thinking they’re kind only when they want something.

I hope my experience during the Boulder Flood changes a few bad raps.

As I sat on the second story of my house watching the raging river that used to be my street crest onto my driveway, I listened to the online emergency scanner and began to shake, unable to feel my hands.  At first I thought wow I’m cold, but then realized I was experiencing trauma.

I heard the dispatcher announce “all rescue units seek higher ground, the city of Boulder is impassable,” and at that point, went into full-blown panic. Sirens were going off, the night was pitch black and I could hear the rushing water going past my front street and behind my house, as the usual small trickle of a creek bed rose past its banks creating a raging river.

While listening to my sump pump going off every 90 seconds, I realized I was mostly afraid of being alone.  Since I’m currently single, feeling the cold isolation of being solo in an emergency situation hit home hard.

So I signed onto Facebook.

Immediately five male friends began messaging to see if I was okay. Two of them stayed online with me until well-past two in the morning. Another researched evacuation routes and listed multiple posts with maps showing which streets were closed. None of these men are single or available, they weren’t hitting on me, they were being kind.

Even an ex of mine, an off duty fireman cruising the area to lend a random hand where needed, drove past my area  just to check on things, and texted to see how I was doing.   This man has a current girlfriend that he loves, so he wanted nothing from me – only to check in.

Another husband of a friend offered shelter and reassurance at the same time I was reading a message from his wife offering the same.  He had no idea she was messaging me, this man I’ve hardly spoken to, yet in the midst of a storm he reached out.

The last time I looked at the clock, it was 4:45 am.

The next morning I awoke to a male neighbor knocking on my door to make sure I was ok.  He hugged me hard and didn’t let go as I pretended to be fine.  The rains didn’t let up that day and he and his roommate- another man, took turns stopping by to check up on me.  As it started to get worse outside and the waters rose, their visits became more frequent.  They  knew I was scared without my talking about it.

Many women think men don’t get it, but they do.

That night, as it poured even harder, one of them came over just to sit and make me laugh. He asked if I had the Jets game on and even though I didn’t have that cable station, he stayed.

So much for the stigma that men get lost in sports and hear nothing we have to say during a big game, eh?

Later that night a girlfriend texted that her husband was coming to town. It was pouring sheets of rain, flash flood alerts were being sent hourly and the emergency information online suggested no one leave their home unless evacuated. I texted back immediately telling her that stores were closing and he shouldn’t come. She texted back saying, he’s not going to the store, he’s coming for you.

After midnight on the second day of rains, Boulder canyon surged sending a 30-foot wall of water through town as sirens went off and Facebook exploded with people wanting to know what was happening. I lost it and cried myself to sleep from exhaustion after day two of not sleeping and awoke to the sound of men scooping mud and debris from the street.

The rains had passed.

I scrambled to get dressed and walked outside. Seems a raging rush of water had filled our street in the night and a group of men had waded through shoulder deep water to take down a fence and let the waters pass. Had they not, our street would have become a fish bowl as water pooled from the mountains.

Under the morning light, I saw groups of men scooping mud, roping off dangerous areas and carrying furniture out of flooded homes. A few friends on search and rescue teams stood by to hop rescue helicopters and join dive teams.

In the pink light of that new day, I realized our men are heros. They are there for us if we let them, and despite equal pay and equal intelligence, we need our men, we need our heros.

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Ed: Sara Crolick


About Tamara Star

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5 Responses to “The Boulder Flood & the Gift of Men.”

  1. @delabeaux says:

    Somehow we escaped most of this beyond the rain in Wellington. Thank you for posting this. Sobering, and revealing. When we don't have time to assess and imply our intentions, when life comes down to the point of life-or-death, it is often that we see our intentions, and humans, are good, and our concerns in such situations are often for others.

    Thank you for reminding us of this. Be well.

  2. BBolder says:

    Great story, glad you're OK, and thanks for the gender call-out.

    Men are basically born to act. If there's nothing to do we can become restless, clumsy, awkward, and soon start to do pointless, stupid or even destructive things. If there's something important to do, we feel useful, comfortable, and usually will do it no matter what.

    Finding something meaningful to do is an extreme gender challenge, as what was needed in the past no longer is appropriate in the present. Except for disasters.

  3. Linda V. Lewis says:

    Thanks for sharing. Here in Halifax at the beginning of the Fall hurricane season it is the same–when Hurricane Juan and in the spring White Juan hit Halifax some years ago, disaster brought out the best in people and everyone was a genuine neighbor. But yes, for sawing and repairing windows, doors, for fixing driveways and sidewalks uprooted by fallen trees, for lifting trees off of garages with cars still inside them and figuring how to get the cars out, for clearing streets and repairing phone and power lines—-MEN were and are indispensable! But every gentleman is also a hero!

  4. Terri says:

    Thank you for writing this. This is so beautifully expressed. Accurate. Spot on. This is who men are every day, all the time. Sometimes it takes a crisis to illuminate the obvious, huh?

  5. Cassie says:

    Our men really are our heroes. Thank you so much for sharing your story and for sharing this, Tamara.