It seems my birthday kicked off a week of natural disasters.
Everything was fabulous on Sunday until later that evening when I got wind of the fact that New Orleans was about to be submerged by a hurricane of biblical proportions.
My husband just returned from New Orleans last weekend. I thank God that he was not down there in the chaos. As a professional musician for years, he played all over that area and was terrified for the poverty stricken communities along the gulf coast.
I’m still unclear what measures the government took to remove the poor, elderly and car-less people from the area. It seems that if you didn’t have money and a car you were out of luck.
Some people didn’t want to leave their pets to die. Emergency centers couldn’t allow them in. Sad.
I don’t know why it brings me back to 9/11 but it does. God have mercy on all of the suffering people down there.