The Katrina footage is endless and endlessly horrifying. The papers
are sprawled with death counts and editorials placing blame, pointing
fingers and asking "why Why WHY?" There are a few stories of hope- a
boy reunited, a dog saved, a baby born... and then there are the
stories of police officers committing suicide because it was just too
much.
It is sobering and it is hard to avoid the immediate guilt associated
with disasters like these. What made me so lucky to be born here,
rather than New Orleans or Sudan or Afghanistan? I often joke that I
was born under a lucky star. My parents laugh that "you always manage
to land on your feet." I wonder is it some series of lives and
tragedies that i have lived prior to this one?  Is it chance? Or is my
own hurricane headed this way? It is enough to wake me up some nights.
In the meantime, I guess all I can do is live hopefully. I am thankful
for my rights, my freedoms, my health, friends and family. I am
consistently awed by the generosity of spirits that I  have
encountered and learned from. Thanks to all who have contributed to a
better me and a better world.
And i will continue to believe that there will be sweeter times
ahead, for the victims of the hurricane and  for every struggle, there
has got to be a lull and some laughter. It is the ebb and flow.