Work day number two--Katrina clean up

Rose early again today. Met up with the KY group and drove down to the association again. Received our assignment to work on a home owned by Jack and Vivion (I can't remember their last name), who were an elderly couple. I think this day was probably the most emotional for me, after seeing how vulnerable Jack was allowing himself to be, and how kindhearted this man was. We arrived and he was telling us how he had to remove everything from his home with all the flood damage, and just seeing him cry made me have to turn away into the hallway for a moment. We fixed him up in his garage with his armchair, an ottoman, his side table, and his Bible. His wife Vivion arrived home from grocery shopping and Debbie helped her bring in her things. We commenced to working, and after a little while, I was ready to take a break and get some water and call home to see how Hannah was doing. On my way outside I went over to introduce myself to Jack. He started talking to me about how grateful he was for what we were doing, and I couldn't help but sit down and listen to this man. He shared with me how he's lived by what it says in the Bible, how doing unto others will come back around to bless us. He shared with me the wars he had been in, and the guilt that he felt for having to kill so many men, but still recognized the fact that the Lord forgave him and that his past wasn't even a memory to the Lord anymore. He encouraged me as a mother, after I told him about how the Lord has provided for us this past 1 1/2 years with me staying home with her. He told me about how he and Vivion had raised their son and daughter just the same, and that he had never had a job that paid over 8 dollars an hour after getting out of the service, and he credited all his blessings in life to God. This conversation with this man will forever be cemented in my memory I have no doubt. Went back inside to finish up, worked alongside Jim, one of the men from the KY group, who took Karissa, Debbie, and I under his wing and was kind of our "grandfather" for the trip. He didn't miss an opportunity to encourage us and tell us stories, or crack us up. Went back to the association for lunch...they served all the workers this day spaghetti for lunch. After eating we went to another home on the other side of town. The homeowners name was Kenneth, and I believe his daughter's name was Darlene. There were also a couple more members of the family there who I cannot remember their names. This home was actually a rental home, which the family living there would not leave. They tried to tell this family that it was for their own safety that they leave and go to a shelter so that they could make the necessary repairs. Finally they evicted the family, and now they can do what they need to, and this other family can get help from FEMA to get new housing. Worked on cutting away insulation from the walls; had a piece of insulation flick into my eye. Talked to Mac, a nurse who was on the KY team. He said to wash it out, and was very adimate about me getting it checked. At first I didn't think it was a big deal. But after we got back from working, and I showered, my eye was hurting more. So instead of going with everyone else to have catfish, Ron ended up taking me to Providence hospital to have my eye looked at. Apparently I had about 4 scratches on my eye, which I was given antibiotic drops for. The hospital itself looked almost like a space ship with the rounded edges and the oval windows. Had good conversation with my pastor Ron, while waiting to see the dr.And Debbie gave me the nickname "Patches" because she was hoping I would come back with a patch over my eye. Had to put up with pirate jokes all night!Got back and crashed once again for the night.