Girls Gone Wild

Last night, one of my best friends from high school called. She sounded absolutely wiped out, maybe she'd been drinking? Come to find out, she was in New Orleans, a city known for partying. Goin' wild wasn't why she was there, however. She and her Ball State daughter were there on spring break to help with the city's clean-up effort. She said they'd been mucking out homes and buildings that could potentially face renovation. There she was, on a cot with about 200 other volunteers lined up on both sides of her. She sounded like she'd witnessed the casualties of war. Exhausted and worn out, it was only the first day, she said.

I'm proud of her and her daughter.