I suppose it’s kinda like what I wrote the other day about how history is different when you lived it as opposed to reading about it in history books.
Seeing flooding and devastation is sad and I always feel sorry for the people but when it’s my home town . . ouch! I can hardly hold back tears as I look at these pictures. These are from the Lake Charles area and I found them at the local newspaper’s web page.
KPLC TV has video clips. It’s so amazing because those places are areas I’m very familiar with — traveled those roads my whole life and they aren’t even recognizable with all the water.
Vince almost got bopped on the head when he said “why would anyone want to live there?” Did he forget who he’s talking to? But, how many times have I said “why would anyone want to live there?” when I see news of devastation and danger. I think I can now answer that question. Home is where your heart is and it doesn’t matter if there are hurricanes, floods, earthquakes, tornadoes . . the tug on the heart is a strong one and Lake Charles tugs at my heart more and more every day. Seeing the disaster there just makes me want to go help someone. Of course, for me to go there wouldn’t help anyone because I’m pretty worthless when it comes to nasty work. Many of the people in the pictures obviously have big houses, and probably have insurance and plenty of assets to rebuild their lives but there are many, many people along the bayous of southwest Louisiana who are less fortunate — never asking anyone for anything and never wanting to be bothered by anyone. They’ll survive and rebuild too, without asking anyone for anything — that’s the kind of people they are.
My heart hurts for the people of southwest Louisiana/southeast Texas because of their predicament but it also aches a little for me knowing this is all convincing my dear husband that living down there is something he would never want to do.
I keep reminding myself . . bloom where you’re planted . . and that’s what I’ll do but you all know where I want to be! Maybe I should post Vince’s e-mail address here and you could all write to him and explain how you think we should start working our way back to Louisiana. On the other hand, he’d probably pack my stash and my 2 pair of jeans and my holey T-shirts and boot my butt back to Louisiana if I put his e-mail address on here! 🙂