In the area of Mississippi I was living in we had frightening high winds, storm, and rain. I left my home near the River in West Point, MS to spend the night with friends in town. My power was out for 6 days and the phone service for longer than that . My most vivid memories though are of helping out in the West Point Red Cross shlter over Labor Day weekend. Many residents from Waveland, MS were brought in by van. Shocked, scared, and some barely moving. My Master\'s degree is in Counseling so I was soon put to work listening, referring, consoling. I will relate here just two of the hundreds of stories I was to hear. One elderly lady survived by holding on to the porch railing on her front porch. From there she watched her neighbor drown and every stitch of her clothing was torn off. In order to get her clothed to go on the van to West Point, clothing was removed from a dead person and given to her. She was guilt stricken over this as well as traumatized! The other story that seems so poignant to me was the young man in his mid twenties who came to the shelter with his baby daughter in an infant carrier. He had no idea where his wife was or if she was still alive. His first concern was to find a job, but we had to ask him gently who would care for his daughter. At that moment his stricken young face told us he had never concieved of a world without his wife!