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One Last Katrina thought, It has nothing to about real estate Irony of it all?

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Real Estate Agent with Gardner Realtors, Licensed in La.
This is a cut and paste which I never like. But found it rather profound 

04:12 PM CDT on Monday, August 28, 2006

Jessica Beeson

My Katrina experience was a rather special one. Four or five years ago my parents separated; I stay with my mom during the week because it's closer to school, and I go with my dad on weekends. For the hurricane my mom and step dad weren't sure if we were going to evacuate, so Sunday morning my dad came to pick me up. We were off to Tunica, MS - population of about thirty - in the very top corner of Mississippi, with my aunt, uncle, cousin, and three dogs.

My dad and I are very alike. We both kind of enjoy a good argument or as we call it discussion. The problem is that neither of us like to admit when we are wrong, so what starts as a little discussion turns out to be hours of going around and around in circles.

When my aunt and I became totally bored we would go to the local mall containing about six stores, one being a religious store. While in Tunica I grew closer to my faith by spending time with my aunt, but my dad grew closer to non-belief. He was one of those people who were saying ‘if God really exists then why would he let this happen to so many people?' My aunt and I would try to convince him that there was a reason for this that we would someday realize, but it was pointless to even try. My aunt would eventually get frustrated with him and leave the room; however, my dad and I would keep going on about it.

For the whole six weeks we were there we discussed many things including faith, friends, and the dreaded cell phone bill. All and all, though, it was a good experience. It was the longest length of time I had spent with my dad in a while.

When we arrived back in Louisiana we found out that my dad's house had received about a half of a foot of water, and a tree had fallen on the roof. There was mold everywhere and we needed new furniture. Because of the living conditions there, he didn't really want me to have to spend the weekends, so I didn't see him for a few weeks. However, he passed by my house every now and then.

Unfortunately, a few weeks later, on November 2, I got the news that my dad had suddenly passed away. Most people saw having to evacuate as horrible and inconvenient. Personally, I saw it as a blessing in disguise because I was able to spend six weeks with my dad that I will never forget. Now I truly believe that God has a reason for everything.

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