Needless to say that Hurricane Gustav is NOT Hurricane Katrina and 'Thank God' it wasn't. Yes, there were evacuations and preparations for what could have happened and rightly so. But, whew! The storm weakened and the City of New Orleans was spared a second detrimental blow.
And though we are not inundated with further pictures of the destitute walking in waist high water, nor of them hopelessly and raggedly strewn out across rooftops helplessly waiting for someone to compassionately and expediently rescue them, but here's what we did experience.
We sat by our televisions and/or telephones (for those of us that have loved ones in the region) watching and waiting with breath held to see the outcome of what we thought would be the last destructive blow against this beleaguered city.
We cringed when news reports began with the words, " And in New Orleans today...". We were afraid that our hearts would bow to the scenes of infants lying hungry and thirsty with parents frantically seeking any measure of help.
We were scared to watch the destruction of a city where men from afar boasts of food, music and good times upon the shores of the gulf...in Nu Awlins (New Orleans).
We leaned upon each other and watched pictures come across our TVs and computer monitors as we scanned the faces and the familiar places, praying and hoping they weren't hampered by nature's destruction.
We still watch and wait as the hurricane turns and chooses yet another course. We now look to Texas where many have evacuated New Orleans, running with all in tow to the refuge that Texas will offer. As we wait, we breathe only slightly easier because we know that as Gustav rolls out, another soon rolls in.
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