Another Day

So here it is day two in Jackson, MS. Its not so bad. All I need to do is be able to find gas and I will be alright. I hope everyone else is well. I do not think I will be going to Roxie, MS by my grandmother this weekend. I think I might stay put. Her fussing about little things began to annoy me considering she had relatives in her home who has lost all of their belongings. One of those relatives being her firstborn child. Its amazing how people do not put things into perspective until it happens to them. I guess that is part of human error. As a prosecuting attorney, I have truly learned how blessed I have been throughout my life compared to most people. Granted I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but I wasn't dirt poor either. Unfortunately, I am not sleeping at night again. There are two items sticking out in the forefront of my mind. The rape that happened to me and now the flood. Believe it or not, but mentally I have drawn a line between the two and my mind is trying to find ways to escape both of them. But how do you make the mind forget about traumatic experiences. Particularly when everytime I turn on the tv I see the gulf coast states/new orleans. If its not that, then my mind is occupied with someone attacking me. I think somewhere along the way I will cope. But what would it take to change things in my life. In some ways, I am trying to look at this flood as being a cleansing period. I guess in a way, perhaps the start of a new life for me. Or is it God's way of saying even if I took you away from your everyday surroundings, would things really be any different. The same pain is still present. The same sleep pattern is still there. The same distrust is still there. The same fears are still there. I guess really there is no running from it. Only dealing with it. Maybe someday I will have a story to tell. I just pray its one of hope for whoever is listening.