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Let mutual love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels with out knowing it.
Louisiana is accustomed to holding tight and gripping hard. Winds blow in a familiar breath-holding way. August 29th, exactly 7 years ago, a category 5 foe named Katrina made her way. She upheaved the ocean onto forbidden banks. Infrastructures of protection could not contain the mountains of wet forcefully dumped in the southern region of our country. Floods came. Tears ﬂowed. Life lost. Hope on hold.
When Katrina decided her visit was done, she left behind her haunting ﬁngerprints of destruction. The misplaced ran to the Superdome in the heart of their city. Hundreds of thousands of people were bussed to Houston and San Antonio. Churches ﬁlled and school cafeterias turned into make shift bedrooms, one cot at a time. As the busses rolled down Interstate 10, jammed packed with passengers that looked like they were being shipped from war torn countries, San Antonio prepared. My husband is a ﬁrst responder. The ﬁre department committed hundreds of its best to greet the stranded and organize a small city of the displaced within a gigantic city of generosity.