The reports coming in from Mississippi and Louisiana are literally making me sick to my stomach. I am broken-hearted that our alleged “Commander In Chief” didn’t realize how bad things were for several days, that FEMA was asleep at the wheel, that the Secretary of State is buying shoes, and that people are dying left and right due to a lack of food, water, and medicine in what is supposed to be a civilized country. I am sitting here at work but all I can do is think about what’s happening down there.
At the same time I see how many people are opening up their homes to strangers at the Hurricane Housing site and I see that there is still good in the world. The raw generosity in those postings moves me to tears.
Ok, I have a plan, and this is what I am going to do. I am going to call a couple of the places that are offering shelter to tens of people, and I will ask them what they need. And I will get it to them.