Words Can't Express

Just like everybody else, for the past few days, I have been glued to the TV and looking at online photos and commentary about the horrors of Hurricane Katrina. I don't have family there in New Orleans, but I have been fortunate enough to visit on several occasions. I did not see the back roads of the common folk. I saw the glitz and glam of Bourbon Street. Each time I went I cruised the Mississippi River, stayed at the Hyatt, leisurely strolled down Bourbon and Canal Streets. I ate at the World's Famous Mothers, had my picture stretched by an Asian sidewalk artist, I drank Hurricane's in huge cups and then made a fool of myself performing karaoke on the stage of the Cat's Meow! Those were good memories.

The picture above of the little boy could be my son. He looks just like they could be twins, it's scary. If I didn't know better, I would think it was him. This photo really touched my heart. As I sit in the comforts of my own home, my heart is heavy. How? Why? While the good memories will always be there, the images of despair are also forever etched in my mind. This should be a wake up call to everyone. No one is above disaster and catastrophe. Never think that you are not far away from the same despair. It can happen anywhere...at anytime.

Peace to the people in LA, MS, AL and FL, words can't express my sadness!