How do we describe the second anniversary of Katrina? For many in New Orleans and the outreaching areas as the now famous saying goes, “it is what it is”. It also “was what it was”.
It was a community flawed. It is a community that must be better.
It was a people that gave up on hope. It is a new world that hope must survive.
The Katrina anniversary reminds us that none of us are immune from total destruction of families, of institutions, of neighborhoods.
It reminds us that we can debate for infinity over what went wrong, but our real goal right now is to find a way to make things right.
Katrina anniversary harkens us that we can never be what we were, but hopefully we can build better upon what was.
As the bells ring that remind us of the broken levees that washed away our past, we long that our future is secured so we never relive the present.
This day comes once per year and it is indeed special. For tens of thousands, it was ground zero in time and place. As each day fades, our memories weaken but hopefully not our determinations.
All of us have fallen. Thousands have lost the people we have loved all of our lives. They can never come back but their legacies will never be washed away.
We can do as many are asking for us to do. We can continue to overcome all obstacles, help ourselves without looking for a helping hand. But, hopefully the world will wisely realize that we come to them not as beggars but as symbols as the strongest and truest form of American spirit ever envisioned by our founding fathers, and their generations of children who made us who we are today.
As we think back and grieve and think with hope in our hearts, let us thank the millions who have found strength in their own souls to aid us during this awesome time of need and want. They are the true heroes for their souls are full of compassion, they comprehend loss and they have helped empower us with opportunity.
Katrina was the past, the present and the future. It is time, even for just a day to put aside our differences. We are all brothers and sisters of the storm. The fractured houses of hatred matter little when we work together to build our internal and collective homes.
Of utmost, today is the day we should and must hold each other so dear. All we have is ourselves. If we have not that, we have little.
Bayoubuzz Note: Please discuss below what this day means to you. Best wishes to all...