The devastation will be felt for months and even years.
Hurricane Katrina ripped through the South like Anna Nicole and a ham sandwich, leaving a path of destruction in it’s wake. I called up my cousin yesterday to see if he was ok as he is living in Mobile, Alabama. He told me that he had evacuated over the weekend to Florida. While I was happy that he was safe, I started to think about all of the images on my TV screen of the people that stayed.
I don’t get it.
The government clearly told you to leave. I watched the press conference. They said, Go! Get the hell out of town. They even told you what roads to use. Yet, people stayed.
I can understand after living on the East Coast for so long how people can be skeptical of weather reports. Many times I have waited for a snow storm that never materialized.
This is different though. People should have listened. They should have left.
Would I have done it? I would like to say yes, but I am not sure. I can guarantee that my Jewish family would have been nagging me to leave my house and come back home.
But what if I didn’t have anywhere to go? What if my whole life was centered around my neighborhood? Would I have the courage to leave everything behind and move on?
Kind of reminds me of the story of Abraham, when G-d told him to leave everything. Abraham did it no questions asked. But this is not moving to the promised land and the governor is no G-D.
I would like to think that I would have left. Had I stayed and someone I knew died, or my house destroyed I would be just like the people I see on the news, crying about why I didn’t listen, hoping that things would be different.
But for now, I am in Philadelphia. The weather is great. The girls are still wearing close to nothing, and the only Katrina that I have to deal with is the 21 year old hot Russian bartender who sells me my beer.