Remember smashing anthills???

When I was a lot younger and the only care I had in the was making it inside before dark, smashing anthills was fun. That is what we did. Stepped on them and packed the dirt. Why? Because the next day we could do it over again. And the next, and the next, you get the idea...

With everything that has happened to New Orleans, or things that happen in our daily lives, we rebuild. Just like the ants, we look up at the mess, and step up or die. It has been 3 weeks since the hurricane hit. Things are reopening. All the ones that have said it would take months and years are being proved wrong. Will it be easy? No way. But, step by step, we suprise ourselves.

I read somewhere once that given the choice, most will do the heroic or right thing in a situation, rather than choose the cowardly way out. We saw looters. We heard about the snipers. They were a small percentage of people. We will notice those things, as well as watching someone paddle across a flooded neighborhood with only a 2x4 to help his neighbors to safety.

World War II. September 11th. Martha in prison. Clay Aiken. A second term of Bush. Katrina. We can overcome the worst of circumstances. Sure, some of us hurt the situation more than help, but that is what makes us different.

I met two of my new neighbors. They lived in New Orleans, and are here indefinately until they can go back. They lost everything except what they took with them.

Welcome to the neighborhood...