Today, I woke up groggy but distinctly eager to start the day. We went back to the homeowners house to finish up on the painting. On our drive to retrieve the equipment, (which is stored elsewhere) I was overwhelmed by the generosity of hope and acceptance evident by the multitudes of people that acknowledged our existence. In the highways, and on the paved streets, and from the lines in the grocery stores to the gas station lines, many waved, some smiled and most nodded the kind of nod that lets one know that "We are in this together".
When the Levees broke I had written a poem chronicling the destructive force that nature could unleash. One stanza especially documented the events surrounding Hurricane Katrina
"The mass denizens moved aimlessly across the dark pitch black, in burlap and in garbage bags they carried their dreams, their lives their history and their pain"
While we help pick up the pieces left by the lives Hurricane Katrina broke, we are once again reminded that these people's existence isn't too different from our own.
Like us they cry, they laugh, they love.
Like us they care, they feel pain and they make mistakes.
Like us they have family and friends who care about them.
They are us and by defacto we are them. The events of August 29th 2005 affected all of us, they have shown the infinite capacity of the human spirit to endure.
-Khalid Adam (Kay)
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