But a Vapor in the Wind
I watched Brian William's Katrina anniversary special on NBC tonight. Didn't mean to watch it. Didn't WANT to watch it. Because I (selfishly) knew I would become too emotionally attached and unable to move beyond it. But I had somehow accidentally turned to that channel, and then I couldn't turn away.
I cried. By myself. In front of the television. I cried at the condition those who had been evacuated to the Super Dome, cried at the foul conditions there, cried at their lack of help...despite their desperate cry for help, cried at the depravity of the human heart, cried at the sight of dead corpses laying in the street while people walked by normally, cried at the thought of babies having to re-use soiled diapers, cried at the few policemen who dedicated their lives to their jobs even while their homes are being destroyed by the storm, cried at the fact that Brian Williams and his team had to have an armed escort to move out to a safer suburb to continue their report (at least they had transportation and had a place to go), cried at the disparity between poverty and the wealthy in this country...I cried because I could not wait till when there will be no more pain, suffering, despair, and broken-hearts. I cried because I am overcome with guilt.
Do you know what I was doing last year while these people lost everything and did not have the means to have even a bite to eat? I was stressed about my bridesmaids' dresses. The dresses were ordered from a shop in the suburb of New Orleans. For weeks I would go on to the Website and email the owners like a crazy stalker to find out the whereabouts of 5 stupid dresses. In my foolish, all-about-me-and-my-wedding sickness, I even had the guts to call myself a "Victim of Katrina."
(Ugh! I really hate myself right now!!) Never mind these people may not have HOMES anymore. Never mind their babies may be dying from heat and malnutrition. My bridesmaids' dresses!!! Oh where are my bridesmaids' dresses????? They were probably the last of their priorities...if at all.
Well, we all know how my story ended. The dresses made it to me in plenty of time for the wedding. The store did not suffer much damage, and they moved all the inventory to a safe storage facility prior to the storm. These nice people had found the time and energy, in the midst of one of the greatest calamities, to think of self-absorbed bridezillas such as me. I am so ashamed. I owe them so much more than just a "thank you so much for sending my dresses, they looked great!"
I can't help but wonder, did all of the workers there survive? I pray that God's healing hands will be upon them and the rest of the victims in New Orleans as they struggle to find the faith to face each day...
I cried. By myself. In front of the television. I cried at the condition those who had been evacuated to the Super Dome, cried at the foul conditions there, cried at their lack of help...despite their desperate cry for help, cried at the depravity of the human heart, cried at the sight of dead corpses laying in the street while people walked by normally, cried at the thought of babies having to re-use soiled diapers, cried at the few policemen who dedicated their lives to their jobs even while their homes are being destroyed by the storm, cried at the fact that Brian Williams and his team had to have an armed escort to move out to a safer suburb to continue their report (at least they had transportation and had a place to go), cried at the disparity between poverty and the wealthy in this country...I cried because I could not wait till when there will be no more pain, suffering, despair, and broken-hearts. I cried because I am overcome with guilt.
Do you know what I was doing last year while these people lost everything and did not have the means to have even a bite to eat? I was stressed about my bridesmaids' dresses. The dresses were ordered from a shop in the suburb of New Orleans. For weeks I would go on to the Website and email the owners like a crazy stalker to find out the whereabouts of 5 stupid dresses. In my foolish, all-about-me-and-my-wedding sickness, I even had the guts to call myself a "Victim of Katrina."
(Ugh! I really hate myself right now!!) Never mind these people may not have HOMES anymore. Never mind their babies may be dying from heat and malnutrition. My bridesmaids' dresses!!! Oh where are my bridesmaids' dresses????? They were probably the last of their priorities...if at all.Well, we all know how my story ended. The dresses made it to me in plenty of time for the wedding. The store did not suffer much damage, and they moved all the inventory to a safe storage facility prior to the storm. These nice people had found the time and energy, in the midst of one of the greatest calamities, to think of self-absorbed bridezillas such as me. I am so ashamed. I owe them so much more than just a "thank you so much for sending my dresses, they looked great!"
I can't help but wonder, did all of the workers there survive? I pray that God's healing hands will be upon them and the rest of the victims in New Orleans as they struggle to find the faith to face each day...
posted by Iris @ 1:25 AM
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Nothing's gonna be the same anymore, is it? 