This is my own little corner of Thank You. I don't know how to make it bigger. When I arrived home last night, a power crew was in my yard, shoring up my power pole and tightening and lifting the lines. Shelly and I stood outside and talked to a couple of the guys while the finished up the pole work. I felt ...helpless. They were working so hard, in the heat (which they are totally not used to), with the on-set of mosquitoes at dusk and they were just doing their jobs. Working hard at it, without a trace of complaint or 'I could be elsewhere' on their faces.
I just want to thank all of the National Guardsmen and Women from Kentucky and Tennessee who were on-site at our P.O.D.s (Points of Distribution) handing out food, water and ice. Who also assisted with area clean up and were in general just salt of the earth people.
I wish I had a bullhorn big enough to tell all of these people thank you. I wish more people in my position would tell (would have told) these people thank you. Please, if you are recovering or have recovered from Gus, please thank anyone in a uniform or anyone working with the utilities. Many of these people (most of them) do not have to be here. They chose to come here and help us out. Perhaps some are getting paid overtime and that's why, but for the most part, these people are working hard, sweating and hurting for us, and the least we can do is thank them.
All I have to say is Thank You. I should go ahead right now and pull my foot out of my mouth and thank our Governor as well - he wasn't someone I had the highest confidence in, and he proved himself a leader under extreme conditions and those have always been the people I admire most. Those individuals who, under pressure, will prove that they are more than anyone imagined or believed they could be. I'd also like to thank the rest of our public officials, the majority of whom really did step up to the plate...the moronic mayor of New Orleans not being one of them. I still hold fast to that line.
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