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The messages were so brief. Words of hope, cries of pain. Expressions of desperation, reassurance, frustration, comfort, confusion. Within hours of Hurricane Katrina's retreat from the Gulf Coast, the internet began humming with words for the lost and words from the found:
Heather Boudreaux??? Colin Lemoine?? did surge get to 52nd Street in Gulfport Deborah,it’s your stepsister in Calif MY PARENTS WERE KILLED Lost dog in Timber Ridge, Pass Christian Ma...sua familia Ok Brasil. Como ajudo? Dad, our home is available You safe? Call Anelise Looking for old friends I am Uncle Bob’s niece do you need help Call Mom collect in Nevada Please call Please call Please call Please call We can come get you house you help in anyway we can you can come live with us Still waiting for NASA to post list sherri -- sherri baby -- Ida When to return? Astrodome zip code? St. Stanislaus still there? found and fine -- Ruby NASA list up yet? Is there any way to locate a missing child? Help for rescuing horses Ocean Springs -- I made contact I can make calls for you Prayer to St. Raphael Angel of Healing and Happy Meetings Melissa -- were you there? did you make it out? Nuns trapped in convent in N.O.????? Reggae artist ,Soul Avenger, Ben Hunter Ti`m gia ddi`nh o^ng Nguye^~n Hie^~n (Nguyen Hien) I have a list of 100s found We’re looking for you Peggy! Need a route out of NOLA NOW! (Esplanade Avenue and trying to get out Needs to be RESCUED diabetic running out of meds Will call anyone in India and Pakistan
"Safe" and "missing" lists cropped up first at local newspaper websites along the Gulf Coast. They are still active on news websites around the world. Those who read them with a vested interest in what became of a loved one did so with trepidation. There might be no news, or worst fears might be confirmed.
Those who read the lists merely out of curiosity may have felt as though they had stumbled upon a wake, or a long overdue family reunion. In an earlier time, such rituals were private; now their stage stretches across continents.
Regardless of one's reasons for clicking on the links, the messages began to sound like some ancient song, or dirge, or lament for the living—formed out of nothing more than primal calls of human voices, one to another. Some cries echoed in the dark; some found the ears that had been waiting through the terrible nights and days to hear the only words that mattered: "I'm OK."
Comfort and sorrow are meted in out in varying draughts from all over this tiny planet in these most elemental of words and phrases. Some suggest old slights, bitterness and rancor are all forgiven and forgotten. Others offer concrete hope to the displaced and to frantic family and friends.
Even before it became apparent that help—if it came—would be too late; even before it became known that many efforts to give aid were thwarted, the people of the Gulf Coast reached out to one another, and to their loved ones so far away. They gave and acted and comforted while their leaders stood immobile.
Think of the friends who say, "we will house you/do anything we can/you can come live with us." Think of the person who says, "I will call anyone, anywhere." What of the reminder that St. Raphael, angel of healing, prays for happy meetings? Surely he prays that the healing and reunions will come in this earthly life, even in a battered nation so desperately bound by sorrow now, but just as eagerly awaiting the day when it will make itself whole once more.
©Elizabeth C. Jones 9/4/05 rev. 9/18/05
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