Dear Friends,
Each day, the news is grimmer, the images more horriffic. What seemed a few days ago t obe a disaster largely averted has instead become the greatest American disaster of our lifetimes -- perhaps in our history. And each day brings worse news than the one before.
I didn't think I knew anyone in New Orleans. But Thursday a new co-worker, in her second day at the job, said "I'm from New Orleans. My mom is homeless and jobless right now, and it'll be at least two months before she can even go back to see if our house is still standing."
As my grandmother would have said, "There but for the grace of God..." I live in Southern California, the heart of earthquake country. I grew up in a region known as Tornado Alley. I have friends who have lived where people die due to cold every winter, and friends who have lived where people die due to heat every summer. None of us are safe from disaster. Every place has its dangers.
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