We start with me trying not to cry over footage of the total decimation of Sandy alongside the sheer refusal to back down to this horror by Sandy’s victims.
Drita is talking to Aleeya as Giselle plays around on the floor. She is packing what appears to be enough clothing to fill a mall into bags for victims of Sandy.
She talks about how lucky they are since they were only a couple of blocks from the evacuation zone. She and the kids spent the storm with her mother and weren’t sure that there would be a home to come back to. She tells Aleeya that there are people who lost absolutely everything. And, she stresses just how important it is that they do what they can to help them. Our tough girl is holding back tears while explaining just how devastating this has been to her city.
Karen and CousinSuckUp go to help out a friend whose home was damaged during the storm. I put my dislike of the two of them aside as I witness the empathy that they have for her and their willingness to provide morale and help her get through this. They both consider themselves extremely lucky that they made it through unscathed. Karen is particularly grateful that Karina was not in town when it happened.
Carla arrives at Big Ang’s house as Big Ang(YAY!) is cooking food to take to victims. They are both still reeling at the destruction this storm brought and expressing gratitude over the fact that they weren’t harmed by it. They talk about relatives and friends who lost everything. Ang says that she had just opened a salon and it is totally gone. But, she doesn’t care. She feels that she is so lucky to have what she does and her only goal is to do what she can to help everyone else. Ang totally reminds me of my grandmother throughout this episode.
She has designated the Drunken Monkey as a place to accept donations for victims of the storm. She has sent out messages on her “tweeter” and Facebook asking people do what they can to help and donate necessary items. She even managed to get a school bus to store and deliver items for the cause. That shit gave me goosebumps, Gasmii.
Drita takes the girls and all of the clothes they have gathered to make her donations. As she is walking with them through the neighborhood, she describes it as looking like a war zone. And it’s an apt description. There are houses that are no longer standing and others only have a part of them standing. It’s heart wrenching, even though that doesn’t begin to describe it. She even says how impossible it is to describe.