I was watching television today and saw an endless stream of refugees from the devastation of New Orleans walking over a remaining bridge. I couldn't understand where they were going. It seemed like they all had one destination in mind, thousands of people walking toward somewhere .
Never in my lifetime have I witnessed
so many Americans in such
desparation. Never have I felt the
sadness , loss and abandonment of so
many people at one moment in time. The Tsunami was horrible, but it was far away in a different country,a different culture, a different hemisphere. These refugees were Americans , people like myself. I suddenly realized I couldn't hide behind distance or culture or indifference any more. Except for the geographical difference they were me. People walking toward somewhere, something, but could never turn back or return home.
I invisioned myself on that bridge
to somewhere . Rebuilding
my dreams as I walk. Rebuilding my
resolve to survive, wondering if I would
survive as I fought back my fears. Hoping to find water, food,clothing and shelter .Walking alone except for the poor and homeless walking next to me, and I no better off than they , plagued with mind numbing memories of everything lost, hoping my prayers will reach God and that I am not forsaken.