Dear Jill, I have been thinking about this post for a long time now and whether or not to respond. My conscious got the better of me and I decided that there are those who are no longer with us who might have something to say and can't. It really makes you wonder the significance of the floods and how there
was such a dividing point: (1) Those who screamed that the government
was not doing enough, (2) While others united together in heart and
went to work. It sent a message to the world, but I also cannot speak
for others unless I lived through it all. So, THANK YOU!!!
There was no dividing point; the last call I was on was from my son who is now 20 years serving in the U.S. Marine Corp assuring me that the National guard was surrounding the city and would be sent in as soon as the winds died down. They did not. When they did come, they surrounded the super dome which was filled with sick, elderly, children and criminals with assault weapons to keep them in like animals. They were not sorted out or divided. They had no air, water, bathrooms or food. The screams were coming from whole families trapped in attics with water rising to cover them while they tried to hand babies out of holes they had chopped in the roof to escape. Some of the screams came from old, crippled and blind who had been abandoned by staff in nursing homes. There were no screams from anyone who slept on the interstate highway that last night before I left by ambulance-the rescue drivers, however, were in tears because they had been kept from coming in to rescue us-the job they had been trained to do. The babies did not cry. The dogs did not bark. The soldiers went out in boats loaded with guns and ammunition from before daybreak to sundown. There were no screams as we rowed past bodies bloated in the water covering the streets that had been walked just days before.
No, dear-there were not 2 groups. Only alternating waves of emotions shared by all. Now I'm done, time to think of happier things.
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