It\'s hard to believe that something that occurred five years ago could feel like yesterday in an instant. My family stayed in New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina. However,the hurricane didn\'t prepare us for what we would face in the aftermath. To make a long story short,the horror of this city is forever embedded in my mind. The water stayed in the city long enough for it to seep into the cemeteries\'- Lakelawn, Old Metairie, Masonic, Greenwood, and Odd Fellow\'s Rest - coffins and unleashed the stench of rotting carcasses into the water that surround our house. By the third day the smell in the city became unbearable. Bodies of drowned victims lay stacked on bridges,including babies. The water was so high you couldn\'t see the cars or street lights underneath them. We were transported from our house to an Airline Hwy bridge Wednesday afternoon, and by Thursday morning were moved by S.W.A.T. to the I-10 Causeway exit where approximately 5,000 people were standing waiting for relief buses that never came. We were fed MREs from the government and water, but they were not sufficient. There were more media crews than there were ambulances. They treated us like cattle. The only reason my family escaped was due to my uncle being a State Trooper. When the police found out, we were secretly loaded on a truck an driven to Baton Rouge where my mom\'s relatives from Opelousas picked us up. We stayed there from September 5 - December 26, 2005.