Going Home
I went up in a helicopter this week and the devastation is remarkable. Lives are splintered into millions of pieces and this is not only evident from the ground and our hospital but in the air as well. I was teary just watching it. The water has become murky and the vegetation is turning brown everyway. Green is not a common color. A few birds once in a while and eerily enough while riding with some well-connected persons in the county, we made a note that we did not see small game, pets, etc.
Hurricane Rita is bearing down with winds that have scolded us all day causing us to pull all non-secured items into trailers, pull up canopies, --- essentially close down camp except for the essential things. An evac plan has been posted with parameters and all bags have been packed earlier--just in case the winds or weather exceed wind capability. I do hope that we can make a safe flight tomorrow. Breaking down camp is estimated at 6-1/2 hours. FEMA pulled out yesterday. The food kitchen and showers next door do not plan to shut down and have taken precautions as have we. Sandbags have been moved to essential locations.
I wonder where our people living here will move to or to what they will hold on to. The winds are strong enough to make missiles out of much of this debris even without anything else happening. Persons living in tents or without any shelter have nothing and the ones with some type of shelter may not have places that can handle much more if one thinks about it.
As much as I look forward to leaving and going home and seeing my family, I cannot truly leave this place. The spirit is catching. These are the most wonderful people you can meet. I have learned and shared so much with so many. I plan to continue this kind of outreach and with find a way to continue it. I do invite all of you to begin this kind of outreach. You'll never come home the same person.