The Horrors of Katrina

Hurricane Katrina has been weighing on my mind quite a bit this week, as she has most of the country. I lived in Biloxi, MS for nearly a year and visit New Orleans often. I feel drawn there, hope to live there someday. I feel a connection to every historic corner. It's part of my soul.

That's why it pains me that so many people are declaring it to be a lost cause before relief efforts have really begun. People (not residents of the affected areas, mind you) are waving a white flag, saying that Gulfport and Biloxi are gone forever, that New Orleans will have to be rebuilt elsewhere.

They're wrong.

And no, I can't say that because I know anything at all about how much water there is or the pumps required to remove it. I can say that because I know the people there. They're made of unbelievably stern, stubborn stuff. They're tough and, perhaps more importantly, they're loyal to their city. I believe with every shred of my heart that they will clean up, rebuild and life will go on--despite rumors, despite the doom and gloom prophecies of people nowhere near the Gulf.

So dig deep, people. It's time to give. It's time to save lives the only way we can from miles away. Click HERE and help them.