Pretty Words
09/13/2005
Today I spent about 5 hours with two evacuees from Hurricane Katrina (or if you are as uninformed as Laura Bush: KARINA). We went to the local Walk-In Medical Center, shopped at K-mart and then, by their request, made an appearance at Kentucky Fried Chicken. It was fun. We laughed, acted up, talked about music and the hard stuff of losing everything in an instant. There were times I even forgot the two people with me were in a strange city far away from what they knew and the people they have had relationships with for years. See, for the hours we were together, we were family joined together by an event 100’s of miles away.
I really don’t have much to say – it’s hard to put such white-hot emotion into words. Being with these dear ones left an imprint upon my heart that is not easily translated into words.
Things I have heard since getting involved with the evacuees ring in my ears as I’m drifting off to sleep each night. These words include cussing, laughing, tears, and the back-stories of the survivors. I encourage every able person to get involved with the relief effort. I promise you will be blessed more than you thought you could ever be. You will be helped more than you ever thought you could help.
The words that keep dropping into my ears from tonight were: “thank you “Z” for not being careful with us…” The woman who spoke these words was happy I shot the shit with her and did not treat her as if she was too fragile to be involved with life. I knew my certain brand of insanity would come in handy someday. I never thought it would take disaster to affirm the disaster of my back-story.
Please keep these dear ones in heart and prayer. AND when you do meet them, remember they are not lepers whose legs may evanesce at a non-PC aside. They are humans who are making a new start. Some are scared, some are angry about their losses, and still others are embarrassed that they are so needy. Actually, I have found that the most angry evacuees are those who are embarrassed by their need. At the end of the day, all pales in knowing that God has used you to share His love with others. And, sometimes you may hear “thank you”.
Truly, the prettiest words are “THANK YOU”.
Peace,
zss
© 2005 Wrosesongs
All Rights Reserved
Today I spent about 5 hours with two evacuees from Hurricane Katrina (or if you are as uninformed as Laura Bush: KARINA). We went to the local Walk-In Medical Center, shopped at K-mart and then, by their request, made an appearance at Kentucky Fried Chicken. It was fun. We laughed, acted up, talked about music and the hard stuff of losing everything in an instant. There were times I even forgot the two people with me were in a strange city far away from what they knew and the people they have had relationships with for years. See, for the hours we were together, we were family joined together by an event 100’s of miles away.
I really don’t have much to say – it’s hard to put such white-hot emotion into words. Being with these dear ones left an imprint upon my heart that is not easily translated into words.
Things I have heard since getting involved with the evacuees ring in my ears as I’m drifting off to sleep each night. These words include cussing, laughing, tears, and the back-stories of the survivors. I encourage every able person to get involved with the relief effort. I promise you will be blessed more than you thought you could ever be. You will be helped more than you ever thought you could help.
The words that keep dropping into my ears from tonight were: “thank you “Z” for not being careful with us…” The woman who spoke these words was happy I shot the shit with her and did not treat her as if she was too fragile to be involved with life. I knew my certain brand of insanity would come in handy someday. I never thought it would take disaster to affirm the disaster of my back-story.
Please keep these dear ones in heart and prayer. AND when you do meet them, remember they are not lepers whose legs may evanesce at a non-PC aside. They are humans who are making a new start. Some are scared, some are angry about their losses, and still others are embarrassed that they are so needy. Actually, I have found that the most angry evacuees are those who are embarrassed by their need. At the end of the day, all pales in knowing that God has used you to share His love with others. And, sometimes you may hear “thank you”.
Truly, the prettiest words are “THANK YOU”.
Peace,
zss
© 2005 Wrosesongs
All Rights Reserved
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