Acknowledging the regularity of disaster recoveries shifted my perspective. If disasters happened so frequently and communities had to recover so often, why were we so bad at it? And why did people not seem to know disaster survivors were being put through this? On a church floor in Joplin, where we slept, my body was exhausted but my mind raced as I wondered how we could continue to allow people to go through this turmoil again and again, without doing anything to make it better.
