Where to begin? This last week has been crazy. First for the bad news. The "Katrina crudt" has gotten worse. It feels like someones stabbing me in the throat everytime I swallow, and I've been all stuffed up since the day I got here and out on the response vehicles. This is not cool. No one's going to convince me that this is just allergies, because I never had allergies a day in my life before I got to New Orleans. It's the "black mold motel" that's making everyone sick, and if our higher-ups want to tell us to stop complaining, maybe they should move from their fancy-schmancy hotel to over here.
Anyway, I've had a huge number of amazing "Red Cross moments" in the past week or so. For one thing, I've been on the same route, Violet, since last Wednesday. That's awesome because I've really gotten to know the clients (the people we're serving). I know Kathleen and her survivor dog named Gypsy, I know the guy who thinks that all women are good for is heart attacks, and I know the older woman in a FEMA trailer next to what used to be a Baptist church who needs her food brought to her. I ride in the back of the response vehicle with a woman who lives down in Plaquemines right where the storm hit, and after three days of riding with her, I think she's warmed up to me. I've heard some amazing stories from her, and she's taught me a lot about the strength and resiliance of people down here.
The best part is feeding the thousands of college kids who are down here for spring break gutting houses, particularly houses in the 9th Ward. One of the girls I passed hand sanitizer (our new best friend) out to today wanted to know about how she could join up with the Red Cross when she gets home. I probably just recruited a lifelong Red Cross Disaster Services volunteer. Besides, those kids are just about my age and they're so grateful for anything other than hot dogs.
Monday, Karen (a fellow Red Cross volunteer and history buff) and I took our day off wandering the French Quarter just blocks from our hotel. Beignets for breakfast, po-boys for lunch, lots of souvenir shopping and a private tour of the Beauregard-Keyes house. The best part is that for the day we weren't Red Cross volunteers but tourists, and we got to see the good side of the city, the side that's recovering on something like a schedule. I think I've had just about every local food so far-jambalaya, etouffee, gumbo, po-boys, and beignets. Oh, and hurricanes to drink with just about every dinner, that or Katrinas or Katrina-Ritas. Those things are powerful.
In short, this has been the bext two weeks of my life so far. I couldn't have asked for more-fellow volunteers who become best friends within hours, clients who are endlessly appreciative and hardworking, and the energy of a city that will come back. What more could I ask for?
"Auryn," I'd love to get to meet you but that might be a trick given that by the time we get off the response vehicles and back to the hotel it's usually at least 7 pm. I don't know what your work schedule is like, but I'm here until next Friday. I have a day off on Wednesday to do the whole tourist thing again, then I "out-process" (basically, meet with our mental health people to be sure I'm still sane) on Thursday and fly home on Friday. Let me know what works for you-my number is (734) 765-5880.
For now, I just hope my roommate isn't too upset with me for not doing the whole Bourbon Street thing tonight. It's off to bed with me-I'll be on the trolley at 7 am for a breakfast of beignets at Cafe du Monde.
~Bethany
Anyway, I've had a huge number of amazing "Red Cross moments" in the past week or so. For one thing, I've been on the same route, Violet, since last Wednesday. That's awesome because I've really gotten to know the clients (the people we're serving). I know Kathleen and her survivor dog named Gypsy, I know the guy who thinks that all women are good for is heart attacks, and I know the older woman in a FEMA trailer next to what used to be a Baptist church who needs her food brought to her. I ride in the back of the response vehicle with a woman who lives down in Plaquemines right where the storm hit, and after three days of riding with her, I think she's warmed up to me. I've heard some amazing stories from her, and she's taught me a lot about the strength and resiliance of people down here.
The best part is feeding the thousands of college kids who are down here for spring break gutting houses, particularly houses in the 9th Ward. One of the girls I passed hand sanitizer (our new best friend) out to today wanted to know about how she could join up with the Red Cross when she gets home. I probably just recruited a lifelong Red Cross Disaster Services volunteer. Besides, those kids are just about my age and they're so grateful for anything other than hot dogs.
Monday, Karen (a fellow Red Cross volunteer and history buff) and I took our day off wandering the French Quarter just blocks from our hotel. Beignets for breakfast, po-boys for lunch, lots of souvenir shopping and a private tour of the Beauregard-Keyes house. The best part is that for the day we weren't Red Cross volunteers but tourists, and we got to see the good side of the city, the side that's recovering on something like a schedule. I think I've had just about every local food so far-jambalaya, etouffee, gumbo, po-boys, and beignets. Oh, and hurricanes to drink with just about every dinner, that or Katrinas or Katrina-Ritas. Those things are powerful.
In short, this has been the bext two weeks of my life so far. I couldn't have asked for more-fellow volunteers who become best friends within hours, clients who are endlessly appreciative and hardworking, and the energy of a city that will come back. What more could I ask for?
"Auryn," I'd love to get to meet you but that might be a trick given that by the time we get off the response vehicles and back to the hotel it's usually at least 7 pm. I don't know what your work schedule is like, but I'm here until next Friday. I have a day off on Wednesday to do the whole tourist thing again, then I "out-process" (basically, meet with our mental health people to be sure I'm still sane) on Thursday and fly home on Friday. Let me know what works for you-my number is (734) 765-5880.
For now, I just hope my roommate isn't too upset with me for not doing the whole Bourbon Street thing tonight. It's off to bed with me-I'll be on the trolley at 7 am for a breakfast of beignets at Cafe du Monde.
~Bethany
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Date: 2006-03-17 04:43 am (UTC)I have news, too. You can read my journal from today if you get the chance, though since this is the first update in a week for you, I know you don't have much time on your hands. I'll update you the next time we talk, which I hope will be soon.
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Date: 2006-03-17 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-17 06:04 am (UTC)Drink a Katrina-Rita for me, and if you can, post the recipe - I'm curious as to what's in it!
Big hugs to you, and I'm just a call away, you know that (I'd call you but I don't know your work hours, so). It's cool to talk with a deployed volunteer and hear the good side of things down there, the love, the caring - the news can be very depressing. It's the people I care about, and the city.
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Date: 2006-04-05 05:35 pm (UTC)~Bethany
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Date: 2006-03-17 06:33 am (UTC)Good luck down there, and thanks again for going :)
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Date: 2006-03-23 06:09 pm (UTC)My email address is piikanala19@yahoo.com. That means "surf's up" in Hawaiian.
~Bethany
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Date: 2006-03-17 06:46 am (UTC)My name is Liz, btw :)
504 606 7165 is my number. Call anytime and leave me a message if you want.
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Date: 2006-03-20 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 12:54 pm (UTC)I know all you hear on these posts is how proud your friends and family are of you, how they miss you, want to hear all the stories, etc, etc. Well this is not too different. Since the first day I met you in church till the last good bye scare I gave you jumping out of an aisle at Jos. A. Banks, I have known there exists a woman of amazing hope, aspirations, and radiant kindness hiding under that shy facade you sometimes live. At first, I will admit, I thought you to be sometimes...well a little prudish, but I have grown to admire and respect you and your outlook on things. I wish I could say I would do the same noble deeds you are doing right now as I type this, but I wouldn't know until it really came down to it. So, though I am still rambling on here...I just wanted to say I like you. I like you as a friend, I like knowing you in my life, and yes I even like your quirky sense of humor mixed with that simple beauty you possess. (wow, thats a vague use of like...can you tell I am dancing around some thoughts here.) Just know this, I am proud of you, your values, and the resolve in which you have handled life. God bless and good luck in all you do.
~adam henry~
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Date: 2006-03-25 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-25 09:21 pm (UTC)We loved seeing other groups out there-Common Ground, Operation HOPE, the Made with Love Cafe, college spring breakers. We made sure to do whatever we could for them, whether it was a hot meal, snacks, water, popsicles, or just a huge THANK YOU for what they all (and you all) are doing for New Orleans.
So THANK YOU too. :-)
~Bethany
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Date: 2006-03-25 10:55 pm (UTC)But yeah, thank YOU as well for going down there and helping out, it's so good to see that even though many agencies aren't doing their job, so many other people are stepping up to the plate.
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Date: 2006-07-14 11:12 pm (UTC)Sounds like what I'm dealing with now. My throat started hurting a few days before we left; two days ago, I was flat out in bed, and this AM, too. Heading back there now. Hoping this will get kicked out of my system right quick; I don't have time to be sick.
If it doesn't clear out by Monday, I may stop by my doc's to see if anything more is needed.
Hope you're doing well in MD! How was sailing?
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Date: 2006-07-15 02:24 pm (UTC)The kicker for me was the really deep chest cough. Not cool to be coughing and sneezing all over the place when you're serving food.
Hope you get feeling better.
~Bethany
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Date: 2006-07-15 02:28 pm (UTC)Hence the reason why I slept in this morning. Geez have I been out of it lately, and I think it's NOLA's fault. :-)
~Bethany