P.S. ... and a little bit more
From Karen on April 17th:
Remember the movie, "The Gods Must Be Crazy"? It's one of those days, which means it is time for an all-around update.
Somehow, now that we have been back from New Orleans for two months, Hillary's principal found out about our trip and decided to contact the publicity department for the school system, which in turn contacted the weekly paper, which has made contact with us. Funny, the reporter has a deadline. So, when the paper comes out, I'll try to get it in electronic form and see if his article can be posted. I spoke to him today, and when he read back the "content" of our interview, the heart of it all seemed to be missing. So that, in part, is why I'm writing.
The reporter asked if I think New Orleans should be rebuilt. That's not my decision, and I honestly believe I don't have the right to answer the question. We were there for a week. People who have been spent their entire lives in New Orleans are the people to ask; they are the people whose opinions should count. (Just to set the record straight, when I've been asked by friends, my answer has always been, if you rebuild one area, you have to rebuild the rest). He asked about the overall experience, and when I said it took place on so many different levels, he listened for just one, and then thanked me and asked when he could talk to Hillary.
The one level I told him about is the one we experienced most: the EC experience. We were welcomed into a community of people from all over the country, people with different life experiences, of all ages, who came to EC for one reason: to help other people. To help people and do it with no political or religious agenda. That we became part of this community in such a short time is a tribute in large part to Hillary's ability to make friends wherever she goes and to fit in wherever she goes. Once again, we thank everyone at EC for making our time there so meaningful.
Yes, there were other levels. We helped people. We hope we made a difference. We hope we spread the word about the needs in New Orleans, which have apparently not changed anywhere near as much as the temperature in the two months since we were there. We had a camping experience and managed to live out of the car quite nicely. We learned we make good traveling companions. And yes, we were able to inspire others to help out.
This week, in fact, our friends Melanie and Faye are doing the mother-daughter volunteering thing at EC on their spring break. They too are keeping a blog, and if you want to know what's going on and what's changed since we were there, you might want to check out their site, which is through the Providence Journal, where Faye works. You'll have to cut and paste this one into your browser.
http://www.beloblog.com/ProJo_Blogs/nola/
Anyway, if you read theirs, and you've read ours, you may be wondering why we spoiled northern girls don't/didn't want to use the solar-powered showers. It's not just because of the cold water when we were there. We are trying to post a picture of it.
































