as most of y'all know, i'm not a very religious person. or a religious person at all. but once in a while, i feel compelled to say a little prayer. you know, just in case. like when i found out my sister kamille was pregnant again after having suffered a miscarriage. although that was more of a threat than a prayer, i guess..
months later, as i was driving on the turnpike to get to alli's electricity-havin' house on the friday after katrina, i felt compelled to pray again. i was reading the news on my phone, as all people operating multiple-ton machinery at night should do. i saw that katrina was then predicted to be a category 4 hurricane by the time it hit the gulf coast. i audibly gasped, for no one's benefit but my own. i had just spent the whole day, after watching the hurricane out my living room window and not feeling so good about it at all, thanking each and every one of my lucky stars that we escaped with a category 1 storm. "if that was a 1, i don't want to imagine a 4 or a 5," was said and thought a dozen times throughout the day. and now the gulf coast was looking at a 4...
so there in my car, with my knee on the steering wheel, i decided to say a little prayer for the folks on the gulf coast. just in case someone was listening, you know.
i started over probably three times, but i'd get caught up after the first sentence. what do you say? be easy on them? help them? it doesn't make any sense to me. if s/he has the power to do that, then why do we have a cat5 hurricane in the first place?
so i guess i'm back to the place where i won't bother praying. although i may continue to threaten. :)
looking at pics of the hurricane aftermath today reminded me of this.