An Affair with a Hurricane
As Hurricane Katrina approached the Gulf Coast in 2005, I felt an overwhelming pull to this event. I had a deep and abiding understanding that it would change lives forever, including mine. Being removed in every way from this impending catastrophe, I had no particular reason to watch the storm's progress toward destruction. I'd never visited the area, no friends, relatives or aquaintences lived there, nothing that I thought would impact my life as the storm impacted the area. After all, I was a busy wife and mother of three living one thousand miles away. But I couldn't help being sucked into every detail of the Hurricane's progress.
Katrina hit the Gulf on August 29th at 7:10 am. That was probably the moment I knew I had to go. I watched every minute that I could on television and searched the internet for a path that would lead me to the Gulf. I became obsessed with finding a way to get out of my comfortable home, leave my husband and children, and put my life on hold to help. I am a nurse and a midwife, surely the medical community would take any help they could get. Donating money and clothing just seemed like a drop in the bucket. It wasn't enough.
This is a work in progress...