I had some profound conversations with several people who are native to New Orleans. The woman I met this morning was here from New York for a funeral of a family member. She was able to give me a sense of the devastation of Katrina beyond the news stories and the hype. The security guard I spoke with this afternoon told her story of having been taken in with ten others by a family in Tennessee during Katrina, only to have the same family take the money that the small town had collected as a donation for them. The cook at Mother's restaurant shared his story too.
It is amazing to be honored to be a part of listening to someone else's story. And in the process, we find ourselves transformed.
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