On our annual tour of the lower and upper ninth ward we went to see Robert Green's home. I had been there before and for those who do not know he lost his granddaughter and mother in the storm. He watched the two of them drown on a tree about one hundred feet from his home. This is a tree he sees everyday. He has a table in his front yard that contains a message he wrote when he was angry about how forgotten they felt after the storm. He began to read, but then stopped. He explained that he no longer says the words on the bottom half of the table because it simply "isn't important to be mad anymore". This moved me to tears because this poor man lost his house, possessions, and loved ones but does not have the capability to be angry about it. It made me think about the silly things that upset me on a daily basis and why on earth they upset me if this man who just about lost everything can be so content and love life.
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