The Storms of this Life by Hurricane Katrina 29 August 2005 My youngest son had just turned three a month before the storm hit. My little Justus was trying to be so brave when his sister took a picture of him while he was standing beside me in the doorway of our home on that day. His eyes and face were red from crying, and he was holding his lips real tight…
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