Flooded, But Not Out

Never in a million years did I ever think I'd be on this side of the internet. But, last Sunday has definitely changed my life drastically. June 25th started out wonderful. I left my house around 10:40...went to brunch with a close friend. Then, we went shopping. I bought some vitamin E, a new yoga mat and some barbells. It was time to whip this body into shape. Around 3:38, my phone rang. It was my apartment complex. My first thought was to ignore it, but I answered. The lady on the other end asked, "are you in your apartment?" I thought it was a strange question. I told her, no. She then informed me that a sewer pipe burst and may have flooded my apartment. That was the last day I entered my place until July 1st. I was in shock. I was informed that over 5 inches of sewage water flooded my apartment. The apartment was completed gutted and I was told that "anything touching the floor has been potentially contaminated from the sewer flood." Almost all of everything I owned was on the floor and deemed contaminated. My heart dropped. I could no longer hold back tears (and I'm not an easy crier). Because, I haven't been in that apartment very long, I still had things in boxes, suitcases or on the floor awaiting the perfect furniture piece place them in. My degrees were even on the floor, bc I needed more storage pieces. I pulled myself together to get what I could. But hardly anything is salvageable. The demo team mixed in contaminated items with things that should not have been contaminated. Also, the workers ate my ice cream pops from the freezer (lol)...but that's neither here nor there. Just trying to find a funny in this mess. I typically don't ask for much. But in this case I have to. I have renters insurance, which will help a lot, but I have to start from scratch. Overall, I do see blessings in everything. Not until I walked into my apartment on July 1, did I express any emotion outside of gratitude bc I know all will be well. I'd planned to move at the end of my lease, and just like that the universe ended my lease. I humbly ask for donations, whether they be monetary or spiritual uplifting. However, you find in your heart to contribute, I appreciate you. All will be well.