As Mollie P. and I were walking to PJ’s coffee this morning for some good old Internet stealing, we were reflecting on a conversation we had as a group over dinner last night. We discussed the concept of finding conclusions in experiences; whether that be the city resolving problems caused by Hurricane Katrina, or by our group simply feeling as though we are actually part of this crazy place. Although we’ve put ourselves in the paths of numerous opportunities that have sparked new understanding, many were somewhat skeptical about whether or not we had actually found a resolve in everything that we’re doing.
Indeed, a productive outcome is sometimes more difficult to see when there is not a completely finished product staring back at us after a hard days work. However, by spreading ourselves throughout all facets of the city, we’ve gained a greater understanding. By looking at the city as a whole and forcing our able hands into its many areas of hurt, our comprehensive understanding is invaluable. Although it may be difficult to see, Mollie and I decided that even if we don’t understand how much we’ve learned now, we’ll see the product several years from now when we all come back and visit (I mean, there’s no way that any of us are going to be able to stay away from this wonderful place for too long).
I think that’s what each of our course goals calls for. They focus on acquiring well-rounded knowledge of the history of the people, analyzing the city’s affect on its citizens, and gaining an understanding of this city’s strength despite devastation. A wholesome appreciation of the city is only uncovered by exploring all areas of the city, as we have done. We have experienced draining but rewarding work in planting Honduran trenches of death. We have first hand seen Katrina’s damage by replanting wetlands and spending time with those who suffered. We have understood New Orleans’ poor housing systems by rebuilding and painting a house with devastating termite damage. By not settling in one location, we’ve had the opportunity to get to know certain pockets of the city inside and out (so well in fact ,that people have started asking us for directions, and we actually know what we’re talking about!).
I know we’ve only been here for about two weeks now. And I know it sounds crazy, but I’m starting to feel like I can call the city mine. New Orleans is my city, and I am one of its adopted citizens. And it’s weird to think that this romance has happened so quickly, but by being so involved in its day-to-day affairs over the course of our trip, I think it would be impossible not to be in love.
There is an old tourist slogan that says "Love New Orleans and she will love you back." I think you felt some of that love. I am a native of the city and I just wanted to thank you and your crew SO MUCH. You will never know what your presence and others like you have meant to us all. As government faltered, it was everyday people like you all that kept my faith in this country alive. You say "We have not forgotten you." How do you thank someone for that? I wish I had found your blog earlier. People from NOLA LOVE to talk to one another. There is no such thing as a stranger. I would have recommended that you just strike up conversations with whoever is around you. If you have any remaining questions I would love to answer them if I can. I was born and bred in the city, lived there 30 years and still live in the area (north of Lake Ponchatrain). I will die a New Orleanian. It is funny because I once thought all Americans were like me. New Orleans is the only culture I have ever know. Sadly Katrina taught me otherwise. I lost faith in what is was to be an American after the storm. It is volunteers like you that rebuild my broken heart. I have such faith in the coming generation. You all have such beautiful, giving souls. THANK YOU ALL!!! I will be watching you blog.
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