Hi, and Peace to All (appears I have been logged in again for a couple of days--got to do something about that pattern of not logging out!)
My oldest daughter lives just west of Houston in a small town that was among one of the first places to take in the evacuees. She works for an auto dealership there, and she has become part of a team of people who are personally visiting these folks who were actually able to get out. They need everything--and they do not know what they will see when they get home. It has changed her whole outlook on life. The business leaders in this town marched over to City Hall and protested the fact that one of the few motels in their town (Rodeway Inn) had raised their rates from about $35 a night to over a hundred
...that got taken care of
real quickly.
And then she visited those people in those motel rooms, and from what she tells me, and from what I have always suspected--we just do not know until it happens to us or "ours".
The details of what people go through in emergency situations and just stuff "out of the ordinary" never really hits home until one experiences it or is somehow part of it.
My son is going to New Orleans this week with FEMA. We are a bit worried--there are no provisions for lodging or medical care, like shots he might need--the situation with the water there is dangerous. But as he says, we know he will be alright.
If Katrina had turned, it might be my daughter in the Houston area, or my grandson in Florida. If the orchestrators of 911 had thought that Dallas was more "evil" than New York, then I might be one of those names given a few seconds of silence.
As it is, my prayers are for the people of New Orleans and the surrounding areas. I met a lady today while I was working--how positive she was--she knows where her husband is, but not her children and grandchildren. I also met some children today who have spent every cent they had putting together baskets of toys for children, they said, might not even know yet that they do not have homes to go back to--they wanted them to have something fun to do on the way to where home might not be anymore--their mother was in tears, wishing she could do more. She told me that some stranger had asked her children what they were doing, and upon hearing the explanation, had given the kids a hundred dollars to send along with their project.
I could go on and on-
InPeace,
InLove