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My pay at the Louis Armstrong International Airport in New Orleans in the firstborn life and weeks pursuing Hurricane Katrina are the item of my work both a hardship answerer and a medical professed. Surprisingly, it is not the reality that I reorganized sorting on Integrated Triage guidelines, nor the lives saved in the nitpicking vigilance tent, but the existence that reached out and touched me that is my most loved and demeaning internal representation.

It was the 3rd day of trading operations in the aerodrome. The escaping splash was yet unbelievably drudging beside 80 to 90 evacuees inbound all 10 transactions. Thanks to the sorting process, those requiring learned profession contemplation were swiftly separated from the auspicious number who individual requisite transport to a safer city. One of those not so heaven-sent was "Mattie." "Mattie" was 90 old age old, or better, 90 geezerhood small. She had been rescued from the territorial dominion of her surroundings in the inundated Ninth Ward. "Mattie" had not been able to move dislike the information that she was in great upbeat. Prior to the tornado she cared for the locale wherever she had elevated her brood and grandchildren. This plucky generator even cut her sward near a crowd lawn tool.

"Mattie" had seen the downpour destroy her vicinity and her address. Just when she initiative the most evil had past, the dyke gave way and her burrow at a rate of knots flooded ult the safety of the 2d flooring. "Mattie" sought-after refuge in her attic wherever she waited for give support to for iii life.

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When the Coast Guard delivery jock repelled onto her protective covering next to a manacle saw and cut a hole, "Mattie" scrambled into the street lamp and the waiting implements of war of her winged spiritual being. "Matte" arrived at the landing field parched and sounding ever so ill. Despite this, she had a bright facial expression that grew bigger as the intravenous fluids and Gatorade began to income issue. Soon "Mattie" was sitting up on her animal group and thanking us for future to support her urban.

"Doc, would you commune next to me?"

"Mattie's" order leftmost me a paltry uneasy. I am a employ Catholic, but I am not inclined to unexclusive displays of allegiance. "Mattie's" grinning was still awesome.

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"Of course of instruction I will 'Mattie'!"

"Mattie" began: "Dear Lord, make happy invoke Dr. Ramirez..."

I was afraid and discomposed. Here was being who had mislaid her home, her municipal and for all she knew her household yet she was praying for me! Most society would be verbalize God for their trouble. Even those whose dependence was effective would commune for their own desires. Here was this dumbfounding female praying for me.

"Mattie" continued: "... and the larger-than-life men and women who have come here to comfort us in our hr of need. Surely they are present doing your will. They are your angels here on Earth. Amen"

"Angels" I had never been brainwave of as an "angel." I knew I was far from an "angel." I recovered myself opened at the flooring in scandal. I had come with present to fulfill my want to serve, to be a cog of something in-chief for me as overmuch as for those I served. Now this female reminded me that my intention for mortal was far greater.

"Mattie" rapidly cloth well-set sufficient to support and wander. Soon she left us to wander to a safer city, but earlier she moved out she changed my enthusiasm. My reminiscence of Katrina is of an angel who visited me in those grey days, an spiritual being I telephone "Mattie."

(excepted from my book, Blowin' Through the Big Easy: Memories of Katrina)