I came with a mental health worker from Washington and a supervisor from Hawaii. They had both been on many disasters. I was a little apprehensive. I wasn't sure how I would handle seeing the little ones. The kids were laughing and running around and seemed to be having a great time.
Children are so resilient.
As I made my way down the hallway past cot after cot, the irony of the drawings on the walls above them was striking. One woman mopped the area around her cot over and over. Day after day, I would walk by and there she was. It don't matter. In the gym was a cardboard city.