As I was driving to Atlanta last fall a couple weeks after Katrina hit, I stopped to get gas. There was a woman with LA tags on her car, pumping gas next to me. She had a few kids in the back seat, and the car was piled high with their belongings. I asked if she was headed north due to Katrina, and she told me she was going to a cousins home in OH, that they had lost everything except what she had in the car--her husband was missing, he had gone into another part of NOLA to get his mother, and she had never heard from him again. They had pretty much been living out of the car, her cousin had wired her money to head north, and she hoped she had enough for gas to get there.
I asked if the kids would like some Mc Donald's or whatever the fast food was at that rest stop. She told me "Oh, I'm sure they'd love it, but I need all the money for gas." I went into the station and paid for her gas, then bought a heaping bag of food for her and the kids, and took it out for them. She started to cry and told me she hadn't eaten for almost two days so she could make sure the kids had as much food as possible--they had been eating nothing but PB&J. I gave her another $20--it was all I had on me, and wished her luck in getting to OH. I hope she made it.
Anne