LeEster, just a couple of weeks out of Winnsboro, Louisiana, a  hundred miles from New Orleans reported feeling low and full of a brown yucky substance that was exuding from her arms and past her body, before writing her free write, titled:  
LeESTER VS. KATRINA

Who was Katrina?  Was she a figment of my imagination?  What was her purpose for showing up in a rural way?  Katrina, was it something that displeased you?  So many lives were taken away as you traveled, passing the along edge of borders.  Was it somethng in my life that needed changing? 

Why did you spare me?  As I watched the destruction, as your breath passed by my home, Katrina, what were you trying to say?  As I arrived to the South, two months later you arrived with such force and anger!  You pulled my attention toward self-awareness, showing me how valuable life can be.  So many souls were taken away.  You walked with great fear, no sympathy for the weak!  No sympathy for the children, but yet you showed me consideration.  What is my purpose here?  Why was I spared?  What you showed me is how important life really is,

Katrina, I hope to never see you again; but thank you for opening my selfish, ungrateful, high maintenance, self centered, and very unworthy of this second chance eyes.  How could you have been so cruel?  If there is anything else that you need to tell me in the near future, just send me a letter.

P.S.  Thanks.  And by the way, at least you could have given me a warning.

After reading the piece to the group, LeEster's face was wet with tears and she reported feeling as though a weight had lifted and she was clean of the unexamined misery from Louisiana.  At present LeEster is homeless and attempting to return home.  She would welcome any assistance in accomplishing that goal.  Contributions or any other forms of assistance may be sent to
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