On tears!
Some people say that I am becoming a sentimental old fart!
I must say that the older I get the more emotional I am becoming - old fart , well maybe.
Little things choke me up and tear my eyes, and it's always about people!
It is the people that I am now meeting who are the victims of these hurricanes: the little 70 year old lady from New Orleans who has lost everything, doesn't know where her daughter is, doesn't have transportation, is living in a hotel room and who is having trouble in negotiating the labyrinth of lines, forms and people associated with relief and help. She was so frail and defenseless, yet so strong and proud.
I told her what I knew, which wasn't much help I'm sure, but in the end all I could do was hug her, and wish her well and that I would try to get her some assistance. Tears are in my eyes as I write this - I feel so useless.
The emotions come too when you see all the unpaid volunteers doing their bit to help. The formation and moving off of our convoy from Montgomery to Natchez on Saturday was powerful stuff.
22 volunteers, 11 vehicles, untold supplies heading into the disaster area - this is humanity at its best. Every one of the has a unique story to tell, and has reasons for being there, I am proud to be associated with them, and it is a privilege to know them. The sight of our convoy heading round and up the on ramp to the highway is lump in throat stuff too.
I must say that the older I get the more emotional I am becoming - old fart , well maybe.
Little things choke me up and tear my eyes, and it's always about people!
It is the people that I am now meeting who are the victims of these hurricanes: the little 70 year old lady from New Orleans who has lost everything, doesn't know where her daughter is, doesn't have transportation, is living in a hotel room and who is having trouble in negotiating the labyrinth of lines, forms and people associated with relief and help. She was so frail and defenseless, yet so strong and proud.
I told her what I knew, which wasn't much help I'm sure, but in the end all I could do was hug her, and wish her well and that I would try to get her some assistance. Tears are in my eyes as I write this - I feel so useless.
The emotions come too when you see all the unpaid volunteers doing their bit to help. The formation and moving off of our convoy from Montgomery to Natchez on Saturday was powerful stuff.
22 volunteers, 11 vehicles, untold supplies heading into the disaster area - this is humanity at its best. Every one of the has a unique story to tell, and has reasons for being there, I am proud to be associated with them, and it is a privilege to know them. The sight of our convoy heading round and up the on ramp to the highway is lump in throat stuff too.
posted by Peter at 7:15 AM
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