“The rain came down so hard that it felt like someone was dumping buckets of water. It kept on like that and sounded like hail on my roof. I live alone and my neighbor called me about 7 a.m. and told me to get out. People were wading out of their houses. Everyone was stunned and didn’t know what to do. We moved to higher ground in the second floor of a church and people were in a little panic. The sheriff deputy showed up a few hours later and told us we had to get out of there too. We waded through water hip deep to get to the boats to get out, then we went to an evacuation center at another church. I went to my mother’s house in Baker, they had flooding there too. It dawned on me today how much this has touched me. I didn’t feel fear, because I knew I could get out, but it it wouldn’t have been for my neighbor calling me…I get choked up about that. This has brought back a lot of memories of helping my family through Katrina. These guys are friends and neighbors who came in to help. They are the best of the best. We may not look very clean and we look like something out of the movie ‘Oh Brother, Where Art Thou,” but we pull together during tragedy and we help one another. It is because of our belief in Jesus Christ. He gives us the faith to carry through. There are so many people here who have been affected. We have to rely on one another. When the shit hits the fan, we are all we have got. This storm affected 20 parishes. We will have this shit rebuilt before anyone else knows what is happening.”
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