Exactly twelve years ago I flew into Shreveport, Louisiana
and spent the night just outside of Baton Rouge on the floor of a church
surrounded by some folks who were fleeing a disaster
and others who, like me, were heading right for it in the morning.
Over the next couple months I saw some of the most heartbreaking
and devastating things that I had ever seen
but my heart was broken before I even made it to New Orleans
as I passed by the exodus heading for dry land.
But at times like these, you see the best of humanity
and I certainly did as people from all walks of life,
every race, creed and color helped one another
and proved to be the epitome of community.
It’s like that with disaster, whether it’s a hurricane or manmade,
people set aside both difference and ignorance
and wade through toxic water or through rubble
when their neighbors, or even complete strangers are in trouble
and they rise up despite the strength of the storm.
It’s human nature, stories like this are the norm
but when they show us the picture on tv
we only get one word out of a thousand
and we never here about the heroes
saving the lives of their neighbors
and even complete strangers
when we are the Gods
who send the storm.