A Reminder

Looking at the pictures, it all came back. The feeling that looking at these places was like looking at a graveyard. Even though alot of people got out alive, their lives were forever affected. These rotting shells were once homes full of children and animals and treasured belongings... all either driven off by the flood, dead or ruined by the negligence of mankind. Nature's fury not to be outdone by man's idiotic mistreatment of brothers and sisters that desperately needed help. The pictures, to the outside observer, may not look that bad but for someone who has been there and seen it, they are a poignant reminder of the tightness in our chests and the tears that came unbidden upon walking in this place. Names and deeds become unimportant in this context. It doesn't matter what these people did or did not do.. no one deserves this, no one should have to have this happen to them. It scorches me like the strongest gall to hear people say that because these people were poor and maybe on public assistance, they in some way deserved this. How absolutely ridiculous. We as a race need to stop this fault-finding and white washing of our guilt. Something has to be done in a larger sense. So, dearest readers, look at the pictures and let yourselves feel... feel angry, feel helpless, feel sad but feel something. Let these pictures serve as a reminder that no matter how wonderful we think we are, we can be laid to the bone. Laid low... and as a good friend of mine once said,,, who would come to help us..