We wrapped up and went back to camp to load the cars. Running around with our heads cut off was great. We all jumped in and numbered off, for we didnt want to leave anyone behind despite the kids wanting to stay for several more weeks. Our group had accomplished alot. We built a hundred foot fence that was 9ft tall, we build a shed and a platform for the shed, we put together tables, we put together beds and put up a quansa hut, we also layed 1/2 inch boards and vinyl paneling on a ceiling under a house (it's kinda weird), and we were able to hear the stories of many different people. FOr the last day we decided to go to this place called Island view Casino for the buffet. IT was in Gulfport and we were able to see more devastation. The casino actually use to be on the water and when the hurricane hit, it was on shore and across a highway, oh we are not in Kansas anymore. The security gaurds were still in the casino when this happened, yea that must have been a interesting ride. We invited malcom and rusty to come as well as lawerence, erin and butch from mission on the bay but Erin and Butch had to hold the base down. It was nice having Malcom, Rusty, and Lawerence share a meal with us as we heard more about the whole thing. THe kids ate two or more plates per youth. It was crasi. They were hungry. We then sang Jack happy birthday and Kaitlin threw some cake in his face. It was some good times. We got crasi outside and everyone was giving everyone piggy back rides. Good time good times. We rounded out the night by heading to NEw Orleans to stay the night and to have a party for Jack with Balloons, pirate masks, pin the tail on the donkey, and a spongebob pinata. Oh and then we finished up with reflections and thanking yo Jesus. Everyone was knocked out.

THe following day Bruce Almighty woke up and got everyone donuts, well benets, from Cafe du Monde which is a famous french market shop and then we loaded up one final time to head out to the 9th warde. It was horrendous. The area looked like a ghost town. You couldn't believe your eyes. A few blocks over was the french quarter and that was beautiful, in some parts like it had never been touched. The 9th ward was destroyed beyond image. Houses were completely gone, some houses were there but so destroyed that they were unlivable, you walk the streets and no one is there. It feels as though you are on a desert island. Experiencing this for your own self is the only way to comprehend it. Some people were still living in this dead land, but it was rare and few. I couldn't even image how one could live here. THese people don't have one dollar to their name and no where to go. THere was still no power or plumbing in a lot of the areas. Habitat was there building,but being haunted by those memories would be enough to keep me away. The youth felt the impact and afterwards we went to the airport. We loaded our bags and off we went. We stopped in Denver and Phoneix on the way home. We kept looking back and thinking of what we had seen, knowing that we will never forget the devastation we say before our eyes. The impact was tremendous and as we were greeted by our parents with loving arms, we were so thankful to have luxury of coming home to saftey, love, and a roof over our head. That was an experience of a lifetime.
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