Stairs. . .

So today was our second day in the musician's village helping rebuild the wonderfully colored homes.

We went to the lower 9th ward yesterday afternoon after working and it was really moving to see steps that lead to nowhere, but then realize that those exact same stairs used to lead to someone's front porch, neighbors and family members were welcomed on those steps, children and grandchildren were brought home using those stairs. It's crazy. We could look to the side and see the levies that broke and flooded the area and could only imagine the area with water so high it covered our heads like 3-fold. People's lives were essentially washed away in no time at all. It's so easy these days to forget about the help that people still need here, we think, "Oh, it's been two and half years, I'm sure people are back up on their feet by now." But really, they're not. People are still living in FEMA trailers. People are just now moving back into the city. People are still trying get their lives back together, but it's hard.

I worked yesterday with a future H4H home-owner from the city. It was really interesting to sit down and talk with him about what he did before, during, and after the storm hit. His story is amazing and it gives me hope that one day, someday, while this area will never be the same, that the area could be better than ever, with a new spirit of resiliance and pride.

New blogs are coming from everyone else, so I'll stop here so you can read what they have to say.

Sending NOLA love,
Tasha