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Hurricane a reminder of our good fortune - Anna Maria Barsanti

This has been a week of tears for those who were hit by Hurricane Katrina. It would have been easier to turn the television news off and not have my heart hurting. Simply put, I couldn't.

This has been a week of tears for those who were hit by Hurricane Katrina.

It would have been easier to turn the television news off and not have my heart hurting. Simply put, I couldn't.

I believe it is my responsibility to appreciate the vastness of the human experience. Our world is a very small place.

First, I worked through my feelings of helplessness. Other than donating money, what could I do? We heard criticism of the government's response, accusations of racist decision-making, poor planning to protect against a Level 5 hurricane and slowness of mobilization. We heard miraculous survival stories, the resiliency of southerners, the generosity of neighbouring communities, and the knowing each community will rebuild - for every positive, a negative and vice versa.

We witnessed this week once again our vulnerability in North America.

This is just another lesson for all of us to recognize our similarities with our global neighbours. This vulnerability and realization that aid must come from others is a strength. To ask for help from those who were helped in the past will have the world as a closer community.

People want to repay with genuine caring. The hierarchy of power can become more level and with this comes open communication, which leads to understanding towards a more peaceful world.

That being said, we must not forget the fact that millions of people, each with their own story have lived through a storm of great magnitude, a story that has taken most, if not all, of their personal belongings and some members of their circle, be it family, friends or community.

We saw or heard of behaviour that was frightening - looting, pushing, shooting. Who can imagine what it is like to experience a Level 5 hurricane, lose your home, be disconnected from loved ones, be without food and water for days and wonder if you would ever be safe again? Might you be terrified, confused, hurt, and disillusioned?

Their plight is not yet over. Where do they go from here? Who will be there to support them? Who will listen to their stories? When will they have a home again? I know there are millions of good souls out there and somehow the two groups will connect.

Remember each day how very fortunate we are. What do you have to be grateful for today?

Anna Maria Barsanti
Sudbury