Through the Eye of the Storm
Devastated by Katrina and ignored by FEMA, these people pulled themselves out of disaster and never gave up hope.
BY: Cholene Espinoza
Air Force pilot, United Airlines captain, embedded war reporter--Cholene Espinoza has lived many lives. After 9/11 she felt lost, and her once-strong religious faith faltered. When Hurricane Katrina struck, Espinoza was determined to help. Through a chance encounter with storm survivors from DeLisle, Mississippi, Espinoza discovered people who were stronger than the obstacles and losses they faced. She made more than a dozen trips to DeLisle with supplies and funds, and witnessed first-hand the power of love and community. Espinoza became transformed and her faith was renewed. Her book, "Through the Eye of the Storm
," excerpted below, tells of the strength of the human spirit. Proceeds from the book will fund the Pass Christian/DeLisle Community Center.
In 2005, Mississippi was ranked last in an annual “Most Livable States” study for the seventh year in a row. According to the Morgan Quitno Press, the study is based on forty-four factors ranging from infant mortality rate to per capita income—which was $26,650 at the last U.S. Census Bureau estimate, and that was when times were good. It’s no wonder the Mississippi state patron saint is Our Lady of Sorrows.
“I know Mississippi is ranked last in a lot of things. But there are a lot of us who are workin’ hard to change things,” said Ms. Rebecca Endt, who teaches world history and psychology and coaches volleyball and softball at Gautier High School. “Workin’ hard” was an understatement.
I had the opportunity to visit Gautier High School. Myrick Nicks and Anthony Herbert are the assistant vice principals. They, along with Principal Bernard Rogers, the rest of the administrative staff, and the teachers, are committed to educate and mentor the young adults who will ultimately lead Mississippi out of last place. Almost six months after the storm, they had not been given additional financial or material resources to cope with the added stress of the storm. They were making up the difference out of their own pockets.
When I met Principal Rogers, he had just come from buying some school uniforms for his students on his lunch break. Myrick and Shantrell also shopped in the evenings and weekends in order to clothe the needy students.
Myrick always kept a positive attitude, but I could see that he was worried about his students. Ellen asked Myrick one night as we were sitting around talking, “What do you do when you see your high school kids living in these horrible situations?” She was referring to pre- and post-Katrina. “Don’t you just want to save every one of them?”
“Yes, I do. But after a while, you realize that as much as you want to, you can’t really do that. The best thing we can do is to create a great environment for them while they are at school. We do the best we can in the time we have with them,” Myrick replied.
His teachers and staff are equally committed. Ms. Anita Lawrence, who teaches special education, informed Anthony that one of her students was still sleeping on a wet mattress from the storm. His family had somehow been overlooked for assistance. Anthony asked the teacher to collect a list of needs and within a few hours, she had gone to the home and completed a list that was as all-encompassing as any I had seen. The family did not have pillows, blankets, towels, underwear, shoes, pants, or toilet paper. They only had the love of a teacher who valued their child as though he was her own.
Shantrell and I delivered the supplies to Ms. Lawrence’s classroom after I returned from President Bush’s visit. I admired her courage. I cannot imagine what it would be like to have to look into the eyes of those students every day and know that they lack the most basic of human needs.
Some of the teachers I met were sharing their land so that other staff members would have a place to put their tents or trailers.
I watched as Anthony and Myrick patrolled the halls between classes. “This is a quiet zone, Gators. Quiet in the halls.” Shantrell joked that it was like boot camp. Personal responsibility and respect for oneself and others were the foundations of learning and teaching.