Need and hurt do not respect boundary lines. Frustration and desperation exist here in the “land of plenty” as it does in countries that hunger for so much. People desire to be known and not forgotten here as much – maybe even more so – than in the third world.In this land of abundance, we are besieged with information. It is easy to be the first page news one moment and the forgotten story the next. It is too simple to go about our daily lives and drive quietly into our garages while ignoring the life-stories surrounding us. Yet, they exist.
When I was preparing for this trip I was given priceless advice. I was told to not be afraid to “ask their Katrina story.” So, I did and I will forever be changed.
Each story – six years later – gave voice to the seemingly forgotten. Faces gave way to names. Each empty lot or broken down house became known as one whose family survived or tomb for those who didn’t. Six years later, tragedy slowly releases its bony grip.
The heartbreak is not forgotten. Those gone may never come back. What once was will never be again.
Still and yet, I hope.I hope that the stories will continue to be told. I hope that people will continue to listen. I hope that people will be moved to help rebuild hearts, lives and homes.
© A Sacred Longing 2009-2011