This afternoon I stood ankle deep in a basement full of mud. Shovels, buckets, mops and brooms were put to good use. Team Rubicon’s Operation: Prairie Dog was in full effect, and my team had boots on the ground in Marseilles, IL. We spent the day gutting flooded, damaged homes. As we worked on our last project, the team’s energy reminded me of a school of Piranhas, attacking the work and devouring it like prey. Before I knew it we were done.
This is my third deployment with Team Rubicon, and each time I volunteer, I feel so honored to be working alongside people who have the same vision and goals as I do. It seems no matter how difficult the job is, we come together as a whole to accomplish that goal. We think and move as one; we don’t know the word “can’t” – it’s not in our vocabulary because we can’t fathom the thought of defeat. Today was no different. Yes, we looked and smelled like we just crawled out of the sewer, but we wore the dirt and sweat like a badge of honor. This, my friend, is just another day in the wonderful life of a Team Rubicon volunteer.