Note: this is part of a series of posts about volunteering in New Orleans.
We worked on four homes while in New Orleans (three, if you count the duplex as one). I interacted with many people during the week, including two of the homeowners we helped. Each interaction was entirely different and had a unique impact on me.
The first home was owned by Brenda. Brenda is a charming second grade school teacher who decided to stick it out and rebuild the home she’d lived in for 32 years. I heard many teachers opted to leave for Texas, where job opportunities and living conditions were much greater post-Katrina.
Brenda made the biggest impact on me. She drives three hours a day to teach her students and responded to me as if I were the one suffering with the work that I was doing, saying a prayer for all the volunteers working on her house and smiling as she told us about her plan to get back home. I was embarrassed to think about the little things I complain about in life.
As Brenda shared her story, I thought to myself, “this is why I volunteered.” Here’s a remarkable woman who just needs a boost. Her combined savings and insurance money won’t cover the entire cost of rebuilding, but with postponing work on the garage out back and getting her house gutted by volunteers, she’s finally able to get the contractors hired and know she’s coming home.
We left Brenda a note asking her to send pictures when that day comes. I can’t wait.
The second house was the duplex, one of those long and narrow homes they call “shotgun homes”. The owner was taken to Houston in the days following the storm, and I thought it was pretty cool we were helping someone who will never know us.
The last house we worked on was owned by Shay, who had a big surprise for us. Shay was chosen as a finalist on the Ellen DeGeneres Show, and later won her own Quiznos franchise in New Orleans (watch the video). Her home is in the Lower 9th Ward, by far the worst area we visited during our trip.
Shay was struggling with getting her new business going, studying everything she needs to know about running the store and trying to get to the point where she can hire staff. In the meantime, she has a lot of long hours ahead. It was a treat to see her excitement as she showed us a picture of her standing next to Ellen as she was given the key to her store and reminiscing about the experience. She made me us the best lunch of the week and delivered it to us while we were working.
And then there’s the people we didn’t help but met along the way. People driving by stopped to thank us for helping their community. (I jumped at the opportunity to get some good restaurant tips). Others thanked us like they were thanking us on behalf of the entire city of New Orleans. The clerk at Circle K thanked us. Jacques at Jacques-imo’s Cafe thanked us, ordered us a round of appetizers before dinner, and a round of Tequila shots on our way out the door I somehow missed out on (I need to slow down, and stay in the back of the line more often). The people who didn’t stop waved enthusiastically as they drove by. People there have waited a long time for something good to happen.
Back at our camp, I heard stories from other volunteers who had made previous trips, including one of my favorites about an elderly couple who attempted to gut their home for about three months. They hardly made a dent, but they never stopped trying. When their name came up in the system, the volunteer team was sent and completed the gutting process in a day. The homeowners stood in their driveway, speechless.
Someone on our team said it best: “We thought we were coming down to help these people, but they ended up helping us.”
I couldn’t agree more.