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I left home to support my sister in her
efforts to present a music festival. She lives on the other side of the world,
and I went to visit her, not wanting to leave and feeling like I was leaving
home against my will. However, I wanted to show her my support because she is
my only sister.
So I boarded the plane in mid-August, and
hated the long flight. I arrived, tired and hungry. I had left my husband of 2
years, alone, in our old house in New Orleans.
I was all set and ready to perform for my
sister for the music festival on Sunday morning when I received a call from
Chicago. The hurricane was predicted to hit our city, and many people had
already evacuated, but my husband chose to
stay behind. He could not get a call to me on the other side of the world, but
he could call his cousin in Chicago. He gave his cousin a message for me, that
he would be just fine.
As the day wore on, I finally took the stage
in front of hundreds of Europeans, and I realized, thanks to CNN, that New
Orleans was under water.
I performed, hoping that my husband would
survive. And I performed perfectly. The audience stood and applauded. I left
the stage and went straight to the TV. I saw the street sign near my home, of
Humanity Street, but nothing below it, except water.
In the days that followed, I found out that my
house, my car, my clothes, my furniture, everything that I'd left behind was
gone…but not my husband. He survived by riding on the rear bumper(后保险杠)of a VW bus, holding on to the overhead luggage rack, in the
pouring rain, down the highway from New Orleans, half-way to Baton Rouge. The
rest of the journey was a long walk, but he survived.
By the first week of September, I flew back to
the Baton Rouge airport, and hugged my husband. Since then, our relationship
has grown deeper; we have completely rebuilt our house, bought a new car, bought
new furniture and new clothes and joined an inspirational, spirit-filled
community.