My
first day in New Orleans was spent sightseeing and shopping in
the French Quarter. I had felt that the City had made major strides
in its recovery. I could not have been more incorrect but before I talk about that I want to
give you some background of what led me to New orleans.
I saw the horror on television on August 29, 2005 and the events following the vicious hurricane.
I heard the stories from displaced residence who were referred to as refugees when for the most part
they are American citizens and I wanted to know more about what happened and what people could do to help.
I have no family in New Orleans nor did I at that time know anyone personally affected by the hurricane but
I believe that we are all part of God's family. And what happens to one of us happens to all of us. I wanted to go to
New Orleans, a place I had only read about and seen in pictures to find out what was going on.
The first day everything was beautiful. I ate in a great restaurant and I walked down historic streets. Everywhere
there was a party and I was so happy. Maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe the news reports were wrong. I didn't get a glimspe
of the total disrepair and dispair until the next day.
Stay tuned more to come...