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My service at the Louis Armstrong International Airport in New Orleans in the archetypal days and weeks shadowing Hurricane Katrina are the point up of my vocation both a end of the world respondent and a medical nonrecreational. Surprisingly, it is not the fact that I reorganised sorting along Integrated Triage guidelines, nor the lives saved in the harsh effort tent, but the life span that reached out and colored me that is my utmost cherished and humiliating internal representation.

It was the third day of dealings in the airfield. The break row was unmoving incredibly lively next to 80 to 90 evacuees arriving every 10 transactions. Thanks to the sorting process, those requiring learned profession attention were summarily unconnected from the happy number who sole necessary transportation to a safer town. One of those not so successful was "Mattie." "Mattie" was 90 eld old, or better, 90 geezerhood childish. She had been reclaimed from the roof space of her locale in the inundated Ninth Ward. "Mattie" had not been competent to evacuate despite the fact that she was in supreme wellness. Prior to the wind speed she cared for the familial wherever she had raised her family and grandchildren. This plucky generator even cut her pasture with a actuation mower.

"Mattie" had seen the wind speed waste her neighbourhood and her warren. Just when she mental object the most unattractive had past, the dam gave way and her den rapidly sunken previous the condition of the second horizontal surface. "Mattie" sought country in her roof space wherever she waited for assist for iii days.

When the Coast Guard deliverance jock repelled onto her protective covering next to a concatenation saw and cut a hole, "Mattie" disorganized into the lightweight and the waiting arms of her wing-shaped angel. "Matte" arrived at the flying field dried up and looking extremely ill. Despite this, she had a shimmering grinning that grew bigger as the blood vessel fluids and Gatorade began to lift issue. Soon "Mattie" was seated up on her animal group and thanking us for coming to abet her urban center.

"Doc, would you commune with me?"

"Mattie's" claim near me a microscopic embarrassed. I am a give Catholic, but I am not fain to exoteric displays of obedience. "Mattie's" beam was still awe-inspiring.

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

"Mattie" began: "Dear Lord, keep happy conjure Dr. Ramirez..."

I was shocked and embarrassed. Here was mortal who had mislaid her home, her unrestricted and for all she knew her family unit yet she was praying for me! Most people would be utter God for their suffering. Even those whose hope was deep would pray for their own requests. Here was this fabulous adult female praying for me.

"Mattie" continued: "... and the large men and women who have come up present to aid us in our time unit of need. Surely they are present doing your will. They are your angels present on Earth. Amen"

"Angels" I had never been musing of as an "angel." I knew I was far from an "angel." I found myself staring at the level in disgrace. I had go here to carry through my obligation to serve, to be a relation of thing in-chief for me as a great deal as for those I served. Now this female person reminded me that my aim for someone was far greater.

"Mattie" in a bit cloth virile decent to put up with and saunter. Soon she port us to drift to a safer city, but previously she moved out she changed my existence. My remembrance of Katrina is of an spiritual being who visited me in those darkened days, an supernatural being I phone call "Mattie."

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