A Promise Kept....
With every fiber of my being, I believe that Life is a journey of perception and that even in dreadful adversity, there is a Gift:
“When Katrina took aim at the Gulf Coast, no one could imagine the magnitude of death and destruction coastal residents from Florida to Texas would endure. As Katrina developed into the killer storm she became. millions of fearful people flooded the highways hoping to reach safety many miles to the north, east and west of the threatened Gulf Coast. Traffic jams many miles long, gas shortages and no vacancies made the evacuation a nightmare.
Some residents chose to stay and ride out Katrina as they had other such hurricanes. Many people paid with their lives for their unwise choice. Those that did not evacuate and survived will most assuredly never make that mistake again.
Katrina was not just another hurricane. Katrina became the worst natural disaster in the history of our nation. Never had our nation faced the destruction of life, personal property, business and necessities to such as extent as was experienced by the wrath of Katrina. Damage to major highways caused traffic jams and detours that may last for months. The massive stonn surge created a wall of water 10 to 15 feet high over a huge area of the Coast that had never before been experienced. The Gulf of Mexico rolled inland for miles destroying everything in it’s path.
The hearts and dollars of North Americans poured out to the victims of Katrina as rescue and recovery assistance began to pour in from California to Canada to New York. They provided ice, food, water, medical aid, encouragement and the essentials of survive to the victims of Katrina, left with little more than the clothes on their backs.
To the many caring organizations, church groups, families and friends who volunteered their gifts of time, money, hard work and encouragement to the survivors, we will be eternally thankful and grateful and overwhelmed by your very generous sacrifice in our time of need.
May God bless every one of you.
A very grateful resident of Pearlington, MS.
Billy R. Johnson”
Billy approached me on my last trip and told me he had been looking for me, or my address, to share this story with the world.
Now I have.