On anniversaries of national-scale events, people always talk about where they were, what was going on in their lives. Today is the same.
Ten years ago, Hurricane Katrina made landfall and changed the Gulf Coast as we knew it. As a North Texan, we watched with tears in our eyes as homes and people were swept away by the storm. We took in those who were left with nothing – many never went back.
When it happened, I was visiting my dad in Raleigh, NC. He was the regional VP for the American Red Cross at the time. As you can imagine, he was busy coordinating help for the disaster.
Both of my parents have been avid volunteers. It’s been ingrained in my existence. They always made me feel like I could save the world; and it’s my duty to give back for all the wonderful things I’ve had in life. They’ve always been right.
So, I rolled my sleeves up, opened my heart, jumped in and took calls from those who wanted to help or needed help.
It was before the days of disaster operations via social media, otherwise I would have been tweeting with the best of them. But, in some small way, I had the privilege of helping to make a difference.
The funny thing is: A decade later, I work for a nonprofit. I’ve never been able to get “doing good” out of my system.
It’s something I hope to instill in my children. It’s not always the big things, sometimes the small things can make a difference in people’s lives.
Kindness with no expectation of reciprocation is the best gift. Always.
I’d like to share a post from a friend of mine and Red Crosser, Anita Foster, as she remembers Hurricane Katrina. Much has changed, and we have much to look forward to.