New Orleans

We drove through 9th ward looking at devastation of blocks and blocks of neighborhood. Houses in the middle of roads, cars flipped on top of others. Sheer unadulterated devastation
"wherever you are"
"what?"
"oh?" I realised no one would understand that phrase "I was thinking about a major disaster and wondering 'where do you start' it's overwhelming. But 'where do you start?' Wherever you are." You have to. You pick up the sledgehammer, the broom. you pick up the bodybags, the fridges. You pickup the rubble that obstructs your path. You pick it up. You pick up the phone and find out how your friends are. You pick it up. You pick up your pen and write a check. Where do you start? Wherever you are.
~From my journal after the Katrina aftermath in New Orleans