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Hurricane Katrina and Sports




After the Tornado:

..What a nightmare.
Words can not even describe the events of today.
We were all sitting in the hall for a few hours for the "tornado drill".
Everything seemed so normal- then all of a sudden..
power goes out and then there's a gust of wind.
I woke up to find myself buried under lockers, cement walls, and the ceiling.
Everyone was screaming.. I couldn't move..
People were walking on the rubble that was on top of us
And I could feel myself being crushed.
My head was completely against my chest with my arm jutted out in an awkward position.
The stuff on top of me was bearing down on my head and neck..


Luckily, my fingers were stuck out of the rubble and lockers.
It was because of that that people realized that there were people trapped under there.
Everyone was screaming, praying, and I was just trying to focus on breathing.

A m an named Coach Harrison found me and held my fingers while we waited for the jaws of life.
It was honestly that man that saved my life for the large part.
Him talking to me and holding my fingers are really what kept me breathing and hopeful.
They finally were able to pull me out once the jaws of life had got there.
Couldn't walk.. completely covered in blood.. didn't even know who I was.

They carried me to a room so doctors could try to look me over..
I was surrounded by people who were in shock and hurt.

They tried to rush me to the hospital, but the ambulance was having trouble getting through.
A girl was in there with me, both of us on back braces,
and she couldn't even feel anything on her left side of the body.
One paramedic was sweet enough to get out and carry me to the hospital..

Finally I got in the E.R.
I got SOOO lucky and I know for sure that the Lord was truly looking out for me.
I ended up with whiplash, a concussi on, and cuts all in my head and back..
with debris embedded in them.

The girl who had been beside me under the lockers had passed away before they got to her.

This day has changed my life so much.
I know God has a purpose for me and my life.

If those lockers had fallen down just a few inches more..
I would've been completely crushed.

I've realized I am so much stronger than I had ever given myself credit for.

And I've realized that there truly are angels everywhere.
Ones like my paramedics, Coach Harrison, and all the others who helped me.. and others.. through this horrific day.

But knowing so many people have died, is the worst feeling.
It could've easily been me who didn't come back from unconsciousness and died.

Written by Enterprise, Alabama, High Schol Student

Sports Illustrated


Issue date: September 12, 2005

By Rick Reily

Sports? No, sports had absolutely nothing to do with the Gulf Coast's
trying to survive Hurricane Katrina. Except that while the fifth-ranked LSU
football team practiced in Baton Rouge, about 80 miles northwest of New
Orleans, the coaches were hollering above the drone of helicopters, 20 in
all, dropping off evacuees.

Except the infield of the outdoor track was being used as a heliport 24
hours a day.

Except that the basketball arena, Pete Maravich Assembly Center, had been
turned into a two-hooped hospital. Triage was where the band plays during
games. Dialysis was where the scorekeepers sit. And pediatrics was where
students usually wail. People still lined up outside to get in, though. It's
just that they were all on stretchers.

No, sports weren't at all involved, except that the field house next door
was a patient ward. And the baseball stadium was an evacuee processing
center.

Katrina chaos was everywhere. In the LSU sports information office, student
assistant Bill Martin couldn't sleep after volunteering at the Maravich
Center, so he decided to urge his friends to help out by e-mailing them
about what he'd seen. Blackhawk helicopters were carrying in victims who'd
been stranded on roofs. Buses rolled in from New Orleans.... A lady fell out
ot her wheelchair and we scrambled to help her up.... A man from New
Orleans was badly injured on his head.  Five minutes later he was dead. Mothers were
giving birth in the locker rooms.... A man was rolled in on a stretcher[suffering from]
gunshots. A paramedic said a looter needed his boat and he wouldn't give it to him....
The auxiliary gym was being used as a morgue. I couldn't take myself down there to see it.


Martin's friends should have heard the story of his colleague Jason Feirman.
He was stranded on I-10, near the police roadblock 20 minutes outside New
Orleans, when a displaced and distraught woman snapped and walked straight into traffic.
Feirman jumped out of his car, sprinted down the highway,grabbed the woman and dragged
her to the shoulder.


It was a week none will forget, much as they would like to. The Tigers'
starting quarterback, sophomore JaMarcus Russell, had a lot on his mind
too - the team's game this Saturday night against Arizona State and the 22
displaced people in his three-bedroom apartment. The guy sleeping on his
couch? Fats Domino. Domino, the R&B icon who'd been listed in the
papers as missing for two days, is the granddad of Russell's girlfriend,
Chantel Brimmer. After the levees gave way in New Orleans, Domino was
 trapped on the second floor of his house. He was rescued by boat and taken
 to the makeshift hospital at the Maravich Center. Russell happened to be

volunteering there that night — as so many LSU athletes were — bumped
 into Domino and took him home. Since then the quarterback has been
attending to the people in his apartment. "I've been staying up real late
getting medicine and stuff," a bleary-eyed Russell said. "Plus, I couldn't
eat after what I saw at the Maravich Center." Is he worried about losing
 the big game? "What's losing a game," he said, "when people are losing
their kids, their parents, their houses? Nothing."


Just ask Russell's teammate, defensive end Donald Hains. As of Sunday he
still hadn't heard from his parents, who live in Diamond Head , Miss., which
took a direct hit from Katrina. "I'm glad I have football," Hains said.

"It's my only escape."

The LSU equipment manager, Greg Stringfellow, was up to his clipboard in
everything but football. "The Minnesota Vikings just called," he said,
staring at his Blackberry during Saturday's practice. "They're sending two
semis full of supplies." A Detroit Lions fan named Vince Soulsby was
sending 25. Out in the parking lot LSU athletes had already filled up one
tractor-trailer with stuff they had donated or collected on their own.

Everybody in the athletic department was in chin-deep. Driving to campus,
the football team's trainer. Jack Marucci heard a plea from the hoop
hospital over the radio: Vaseline, gauze and 20cc syringes were desperately
needed. Hey, Marucci said to himself, I have all that. Fifteen minutes
later, he delivered them.

So, no, sports had nothing to do with the Gulf Coast's surviving Katrina,
except everything. And that's because you always forget what sports can
provide — can-do staff, fit and focused athletes, and huge, versatile
arenas — in times of trouble.

Inside the field house-hospital, half the patients wore LSU purple and gold
because so many students had donated clothing. As I gazed out at that sea of
beds, I thought it looked as if the school's booster club was fresh from a
train pileup. "I never used to root for LSU much," said one purple-shirted
diabetic, who'd been rescued by boat from the flooded Charity Hospital in
New Orleans, "but after this, I guess we're all fans."


The Garden of Life


Not My Problem

      A mouse looked through a crack in the wall to see the farmer
and his wife opening a package; what food might it contain?
He was aghast to discover that it was a mousetrap!
     Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning,
"There is a mousetrap in the house, there is a mousetrap in the house."
     The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell you this is a grave concern to you, but it is of
no consequence to me; I cannot be bothered by it."
     The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house."
     "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse," sympathized the pig, "but there is nothing I can do about it but pray; be assured that you are in my prayers."
     The mouse turned to the cow, who replied, "Like wow, Mr. Mouse, a
mousetrap; am I in grave danger, Duh?"
     So the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected to face the farmer's mousetrap alone.  That very night a sound was heard throughout the house, like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.
     The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught.  In the darkness, she did not see that it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.  The snake bit the farmer's wife.  The farmer rushed her to the hospital.  She returned home with a fever.   Now everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.    His wife's sickness continued,  so that friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To  feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.
     The farmer's wife did not get well; in fact, she died, and so many people came for her funeral the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide meat for all of them to eat.
     So the next time you hear that someone is facing a problem and think that it does not concern you, remember that when the least of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
 
 

     Sullivan Ballou was born on 28th March, 1827. Orphaned when he was young, he experienced considerable poverty before qualifying as a lawyer. He entered politics and was elected to the Rhode Island House of Representatives. He was married with two young sons (Edgar and William) when the American Civil War started. A strong opponent of slavery, Ballou joined the 2nd Rhode Island Volunteer Infantry on 14th July, 1861. The regiment was sent to Washington where they waited for further orders.
     In July, 1861, Abraham Lincoln appointed Major General Irvin McDowell as commander of the Union Army and sent him to take Richmond, the newbase the Confederate government.
     It was decided that the 2nd Rhode Island Volunteer Infantry would be part of McDowell's army. When he heard he was leaving, Ballou wrote his amous letter to his wife Sarah Ballou. A week later on 21st July, 1861, Major Sullivan Ballou was killed when he was hit by cannon ball during an attack by the Confederate Army at Bull Run.
 
 

                     The Sullivan Ballou Letter
July 14, 1861
Camp Clark, Washington

My very dear Sarah:

The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few
days-perhaps tomorrow. And lest I should not be able to write to
you again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under
your eye when I shall be no more. Our movement may be one of a
few days' duration and be full of pleasure. And it may be one of
severe conflict and death to me. "Not my will but thine O God be
done." If it is necessary that I should fall on the battle-field for my
Country I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of
confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage
does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization
now leans on the triumpth of the Government, and how
great a debt we owe to those who went before us
throught the blood and suffering of the Revolution.
And I am willing--perfectly willing--to lay down all
my joys in this life, to help maintain this
Government, and to pay that debt. But my dear wife,
when I know that with my own joys I lay down
nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with
cares and sorrows, when after having eaten for long
years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer
it as the only sustenance to my dear little children, is
it weak or dishonorable that while the banner of my
purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze,
underneath, my unbounded love for you my darling
wife and children should struggle in fierce though
useless contest with my love of country?

I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer Sabbath
night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of
them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of Death. And I am
suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart,
and communing with God, my country, and thee. I have sought
most closely and diligently and often in my breast for a wrong
motive in thus hazarding the happiness of all those I loved, and I
could find none. A pure love of my Country and of the principles I
have often advocated before the people, another name of honor
that I love more than I fear death, has called upon me and I have
obeyed.

Sarah, my love for you is deathless. It seems to beind me with
mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet
my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears
me irresistibly on, with all these chains to the battle-field.

The memories of all the blissful moments I have enjouyed with you
come creeping over me and I feel most deeply grateful to God and
to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And how hard it is for me
to give them up, and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when,
God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen
our boys grow up to honorable manhood around us. I know I have
but few small claims upon Divine Providence, but something
whispers to me--perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar,
that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my
dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, nor that when my
last breath escapes me on the battle-field, it will whisper your
name.

Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you.
How thoughtless, how foolish I have often times been! How gladly
would I wash out with my tears every little spot on your
happiuness and struggle with the misfortunes of this world to
shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot; I must watch
you from the spirit-land, and hover near you while you buffet the
storms with you precious little freight, and wait with sad patience
till we meet to part no more.

But, O Sarah, if the dead can come back to this earth and flit
unseen around those they loved, I shall be always with you in the
gladdest day and in the darkest night, amidst your happiest scene
and gloomiest hours--always, always, and if there be a soft breeze
upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your
throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah, do not
mourn me dead; think I am gone, and wait for me for we shall
meet again...

Sullivan


 
Take out a one dollar bill, and look at it. The
one dollar bill you're looking at first came off
the presses in 1957 in its present design.
This so-called paper money is in fact a cotton
and linen blend, with red and blue minute silk
fibers running through it.  It is actually material.
We've all washed it without it falling apart. A
special blend of ink is used, the contents we will
never know. It is overprinted with symbols and
then it is starched to make it water resistant and
pressed to give it that nice crisp look.

If you look on the front of the bill, you will see
the United States Treasury Seal. On the top you
will see the scales for a balanced budget. In the
center you have a carpenter's square, a tool
used for an even cut. Underneath is the Key to
the United States Treasury. That's all pretty easy
to figure out, but
what is on the back of that dollar bill is
something we should all know.

If you turn the bill over, you will see two circles.
Both circles, together, comprise the Great Seal
of the United States.  The First Continental
Congress requested that Benjamin Franklin and
a group of men come up with a Seal. It took
them four years to accomplish this task and
another two years to get it approved.

If you look at the left-hand circle, you will see a
Pyramid. Notice the face is lighted, and the
western side is dark.  This country was just
beginning.     We had not begun to explore the
West or decided what we could do for Western
Civilization. The Pyramid is un-capped, again
signifying that we were not even close to being
finished. Inside the capstone you have the
all-seeing eye, an ancient symbol for divinity.  It
was Franklin's belief that one man couldn't do it
alone, but a group of men, with the help of God,
could do anything.

 
 

"IN GOD WE TRUST" is on this currency. The
Latin above the pyramid, ANNUIT COEPTIS,
means, "God has favored our
undertaking."  The Latin below the pyramid,
NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM, means, "a new
order has begun." At the base of the pyramid is
the Roman Numeral for 1776.
If you look at the right-hand circle, and check it
carefully, you will learn that it is on every
National Cemetery in the United States.  It is
also on the Parade of Flags Walkway at the
Bushnell, Florida National Cemetery, and is the
centerpiece of most hero's monuments. Slightly
modified, it is the seal of the President of the
United States, and it is always visible whenever
he speaks, yet very few people know what the
symbols mean.

The Bald Eagle was selected as a symbol for
victory for two reasons: First, he is not afraid of
a storm; he is strong, and he is smart enough
to soar above it. Secondly, he wears no material
crown.  We had just broken from the King of
England.  Also, notice the shield is
unsupported. This country can now stand on its
own.  At the top of that shield you have a white
bar signifying congress, a unifying factor. We
were coming together as one nation.  In the
Eagle's beak you will read, "E PLURIBUS
UNUM", meaning, "one nation from many
people".

Above the Eagle, you have thirteen stars,
representing the thirteen original colonies, and
any clouds of misunderstanding rolling away.
Again, we were coming together as one.
Notice what the Eagle holds in his talons. He
holds
an olive branch and arrows. This country wants
peace, but we will never be afraid to fight to
preserve peace. The Eagle always wants to face
the olive branch, but in time of war, his gaze
turns toward the arrows.

They say that the number 13 is an unlucky
number. This is almost a worldwide belief. You
will usually never see a room numbered 13, or
any hotels or motels with a 13th floor. But think
about this: 13 original colonies, 13 signers of
the Declaration of Independence, 13 stripes on
our flag, 13 steps on the Pyramid, 13 letters in
the Latin above, 13 letters in "E Pluribus
Unum", 13 stars above the Eagle, 13 bars on
that shield, 13 leaves on the olive branch, 13
fruits, and if you look closely, 13 arrows. And,
for minorities: the 13th Amendment.

I always ask people, "Why don't you know
this?"  Your children don't know this, and their
history teachers don't know this.  Too many
veterans have given up too much to ever let the
meaning fade.  Many veterans remember
coming home to an America that didn't care.
Too many veterans never came home at all.


ONE:

As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,
We became one color.
As we carried each other down the stairs of the
burning buildings,
We became one class.
As we lit candles of waiting and hope,
We became one generation.
As the firefighters and police officers
fought their way into the inferno,
We became one gender.
As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength,
We became one faith.
As we whispered or shouted words of
encouragement,
We spoke one language.
As we waited in mile-long lines to give our blood,
We became one body.
As we mourned together the great loss,
We became one family.
As we cried tears of grief and loss,
We became one soul.
As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes,
We become one people.

We are :

One color
One class
One generation
One gender
One faith
One language
One body
One family
One soul
One people

We are The Power of One. We are United. We are America
 
 

What Will the Next Century Bring?


The year is 1902, one hundred years ago...

What a difference a century makes. Here are the U.S. statistics for 1902:

The average life expectancy in the US was forty-seven (47).

Only 14 Percent of the homes in the US had a bathtub.

Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.

A three-minute call from Denver to New York City cost eleven dollars.

There were only 8,000 cars in the US and only 144 miles of paved roads.

The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.

Alabama, Mississippi, Iowa, and Tennessee were each more heavily  populated than California. With a mere 1.4 million residents, California was only the 21st most populous state in the Union.

The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower.

The average wage in the US was 22 cents an hour.

The average U.S. worker made between $200 and $400 per year.

A competent Accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year, a Dentist  $2,500 per year, a veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year, and a Mechanical Engineer about $5,000 per year.

More than 95 percent of all births in the U.S. took place at home.

Ninety percent of all U.S. Physicians had no college education.

 Instead, they attended medical schools, many of which were condemned in  the press and by the government as "substandard."

Sugar cost four cents a pound. Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen. Coffe  cost fifteen cents a pound.

 Most women only washed their hair once a month and used borax or egg yolks for shampoo.

Canada passed a law prohibiting poor people from entering the country for any reason.

The five leading causes of death in the US were:

  1. Pneumonia and influenza
   2. Tuberculosis
   3. Diarrhea
   4. Heart disease
   5. Stroke

The American flag had 45 stars. Arizona, Oklahoma, New Mexico,
Hawaii and Alaska hadn't been admitted to the Union yet.

The population of Las Vegas, Nevada was 30.

Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and iced tea hadn't been invented.

There were no Mother's Day or Father's Day.

One in ten U.S. adults couldn't read or write.

Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.

Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter
at corner drugstores.

Eighteen percent of households in the U.S. had at least one full-time
servant or domestic.

There were only about 230 reported murders in the entire US.
 


 

May we all look into our own heart and souls, where we cannot lie,  and reflect on our own selfish tendencies and ask how are we making a difference on this planet.  Can I conserve more, can I recycle more, can I take less and waste less, can I help more and can I give more of myself? I will find a way today to do more.


 


USS REAGAN PASSING THE ARIZONA MEMORIAL

When the Bridge pipes "Man the Rail" there is a lot of rail to man on this monster. Shoulder to shoulder around 4? acres. This doesn't give her
displacement but it's about 100,000 tons with full complements.

Capability

Top speed exceeds 30 knots
Powered by two nuclear reactors that can operate for more than 20 years without refueling
Carries over 80 combat aircraft
Three arresting cables can stop a 28-ton aircraft going 150 miles per hour in less than 400 feet

Size
Towers 20 stories above the waterline
1092 feet long; nearly as long as the Empire State Building is tall
Flight deck covers 4.5 acres
4 bronze propellers, each 21 feet across, weighing 66,200 pounds
2 rudders, each 29 by 22 feet and weighing 50 tons
4 high speed aircraft elevators, each over 4,000 square feet

Dec. 8, 1994 Contract awarded to Newport News Shipbuilding
Feb 12, 1998 Keel laid
Oct 1, 2000 Pre-commissioning Unit established

March 4, 2001 Christened by Mrs. Nancy Reagan
May 5, 2003 First underway
July 12, 2003 Commissioned
July 23, 2004 Arrived at homeport in San Diego, CA

Capacity

Home to about 6,000 Navy personnel
Carries enough food and supplies to operate for 90 days
18,150 meals served daily
Distillation plants provide 400,000 gallons of fresh water from sea water daily, enough for 2000 homes
Nearly 30,000 light fixtures and 1,325 miles of cable and wiring 1,400 telephones, 14,000 pillowcases and 28,000 sheets
Costs the Navy approximately $250,000 per day for pier side operation
Costs the Navy approximately $2.5 million per day for underway operations (Sailor's salaries included).


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