About 25 years ago, hurricane Hugo hit S.C.. It made a mess as far as 200 miles inland. It was the worst hurricane I had seen in my lifetime. It was even worse than the 1954 Hazel hurricane. We pulled through it and I never saw any federal help, some money here and there but no bodies on the ground.
A couple of years later, hurricane Andrew hit south Florida, especially the Homestead area. A few months later, I passed through Homestead on my way to the Florida Keys. I stopped a few times to look at the damage and once to visit some fellows I knew that were working the cleanup. While I was in the Keys and passing through south Florida, numerous people saw my S.C. license tag and wanted to shake my hand. They wanted to thank the people of S.C. for all the help and generosity they had received. Even when I explained that I personally had down nothing, they still wanted to let me know how much they appreciated the people of S.C..
I heard several stories of fellows from S.C. that pulled their campers down there to stay in while working there but then lived in their trucks or doubled up with others so a family could have their camper to live in. The folks that went down from S.C. to help out sure made a lasting impression and made me proud to be from S.C..
