I can’t explain to you what has gone through my mind these past few days. The sheer emotional roller coaster and memories of Hurricane Katrina have come flooding back (bad choice of words) since Hurricane Ike decided to hit Texas on the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina.
Oh how my heart goes out to all those people that have lost everything. Oh how my blood boils when I think of all of our people left stranded for days on end with little or no relief from our own government but they are trying really hard to make sure the mistakes they made back then, aren’t made again. I must commend them for seeing the error of their ways and honestly, I don’t think there really is a good way to prepare for the enormous amount of help people need after these types of storms.
How can anyone know where to be so that everyone can get to the fresh water, ice and food they are going to need. They can’t exactly just drive in. I guess they could ‘drop’ supplies in like they do for people stranded in mountainous territories but how do you know where you drop it is safe for the people to come to? How do you know that most of the people will be able to make it to the supplies?
I’m so glad I’m not the one that has to figure that all out. I’m just glad I left town and wish others would heed the warnings when a storm of this magnitude is headed their way. You would think seeing what New Orleans went through would be enough to make them aware of the dangers of staying to protect your home. You can’t protect it from winds and water like that but you can protect yourself and your family by leaving. A life saved is worth far more than any worldly possession. That’s just my opinion.