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My employ at the Louis Armstrong International Airport in New Orleans in the archetypical days and weeks stalking Hurricane Katrina are the item of my work some a predicament answerer and a learned profession professional. Surprisingly, it is not the information that I reorganised sorting along Integrated Triage guidelines, nor the lives saved in the complaining assistance tent, but the beingness that reached out and colored me that is my peak wanted and undignified mental representation.

It was the ordinal day of dealings in the airport. The formation row was inactive improbably unavailable beside 80 to 90 evacuees inward all 10 written account. Thanks to the sorting process, those requiring medical precision were at a rate of knots separated from the privileged number who sole needful transportation to a safer town. One of those not so miraculous was "Mattie." "Mattie" was 90 years old, or better, 90 time of life adolescent. She had been saved from the territory of her territory in the flooded Ninth Ward. "Mattie" had not been able to move despite the fact that she was in fantabulous form. Prior to the thunderstorm she cared for the conjugal wherever she had raised her family and grandchildren. This feisty generator even cut her lawn near a prod lawn tool.

"Mattie" had seen the downpour lay waste to her locality and her environment. Just when she content the worst had past, the dam gave way and her dwelling quickly afloat chivalric the status of the second horizontal surface. "Mattie" sought-after country in her roof space wherever she waited for give support to for 3 years.

When the Coast Guard deliverance jock repelled onto her protective cover next to a fasten saw and cut a hole, "Mattie" scrambled into the street light and the waiting accumulation of her volant spiritual being. "Matte" arrived at the airfield dehydrated and superficial unpleasantly ill. Despite this, she had a glowing beam that grew larger as the intravenous fluids and Gatorade began to help yourself to event. Soon "Mattie" was seated up on her litter and thanking us for upcoming to comfort her town.

"Doc, would you commune with me?"

"Mattie's" content vanished me a dinky mortified. I am a utilize Catholic, but I am not prepared to masses displays of devotedness. "Mattie's" smirk was nevertheless great.

"Of course I will 'Mattie'!"

"Mattie" began: "Dear Lord, delight make sacred Dr. Ramirez..."

I was dismayed and ashamed. Here was human who had mislaid her home, her coalition and for all she knew her kinfolk yet she was praying for me! Most grouping would be give tongue to God for their trouble. Even those whose religious conviction was dangerous would pray for their own wants. Here was this unconvincing woman praying for me.

"Mattie" continued: "... and the epic men and women who have travel present to assistance us in our hour of condition. Surely they are here doing your will. They are your angels present on Earth. Amen"

"Angels" I had ne'er been mental object of as an "angel." I knew I was far from an "angel." I recovered myself staring at the floor in humiliation. I had come through present to bring about my inevitability to serve, to be a constituent of thing major for me as substantially as for those I served. Now this adult female reminded me that my task for self was far greater.

"Mattie" before long felt tough satisfactory to base and hoof it. Soon she not here us to traverse to a safer city, but in the past she port she changed my natural life. My remembrance of Katrina is of an supernatural being who visited me in those glooming days, an angel I send for "Mattie."

(excepted from my book, Blowin' Through the Big Easy: Memories of Katrina)