Another baby born tonight, her one year old sibling was floated out of New Orleans in a bucket.
Poor mother was in pre-term labor, brought on by too much stress, too many days and nights in the Superbowl. Her story reminded us all of the flood on Featherstone when Win left as the water reached three foot deep, with Jessica and a bucket, and came to my office (on the 5th floor) to wait it out.
We named our next child Heather, but so many here are naming their children "Dallas."
We've a flood of them coming in from New Orleans, except we greet them with much more love and kindness, a flood of new life instead of a flood of death.
With all their suffering, only compassion has any answers.