As I sit here at a small condominium on the Atlantic coast in Florida that we have visited for over 30 years, my heart feels very heavy.
Our condo complex was devastated by one of the storms that came through two summers ago, and though it has been finally rebuilt, I realize that we are likely to have it repeated as storms progressively get worse.
The magnificent sand dunes have been almost wiped out, and the high tide eats away at what is left of them, coming progressively a little higher each year.
In my lifetime, I suspect the dunes will be gone, and in my children’s lifetime, the whole complex may very well be endangered by rising tides. The worst part is that I know this is just a microcosm of what is happening throughout the earth; this knowledge is causing a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
As the earth’s ice sheets progressively melt from steadily rising temperatures, countless millions of people will be displaced from their homes, and trillions of dollars of real estate and infrastructure will be destroyed. Wildfires, droughts, and floods will get progressively worse. This is the legacy that we will leave our children and future generations unless we make the hard decision to act decisively on climate change. When will we come to our senses and stop this destruction? Our time is running out, and, if we do not act, who will?