[chalmette70043]

For nearly 3 1/2 years I have been having this reacurring nightmare of me in a pirogue paddling through the surf and wind of the surge looking for friends, people i know. One of these friends, a tornado had hit the area she lived and only pieces of framing of houses were left, if that. I paddled up to what i thought was her house and looked all over for her, never could find her. Screaming and yelling the name. Watching bodies float by and turning them over to see if its her.

Enough of the nightmare it gets very graphic.

Since Katrina, I am still trying to find quite a few people who have just disappeared from the face of the earth.

The other day I got a friend request from someone i knew way back in high school. I looked through their friends and saw who i thought was one of the people i was looking for. Same first name, different last name. Picture was so small i couldnt make the face out. But i sent a letter to her anyway. Just hoping it was her. I got a letter back today. It was her. She said she'd been trying to find me also all this time. Said they evacuated to Texas, came down, saw the mess, and went back. She didnt say much, but i'm waiting to hear back from her again. When i find someone since the storm, its finding a diamond in the rough. It's a feeling inside that makes your insides feel all squirmy. Like having goose pimples inside your body. A high. Its impossible to really describe the feeling.

I just wanted to let you know, specially the older members that have heard me go on and on about trying to find people. i found one today.

[phoenix7]

thats great