According to the AP, Sam didn't know the Pooch when the water poured in; it didn't matter. He did what he didn't have to do. Amid is own concerns about self and family and the hunger pangs in his gut, he reached down and put the Pooch in a blue plastic storage tub and sought the high ground.
Most of the pictures out of the Gulf Coast are hard to absorb.... what will the people do, will they find their families?.... open-ended stories of human drama and tragedy.
But Sam and his new friend is a complete story.
Dog is lost and terrified.
Without help he will struggle and eventually drown.
Sam sloshes by and and their eyes meet.
Humans are at their best in their worst moments; we're at our best when we stoop to help a child, the helpless, an animal.
Sam is a hero of mine among the many villains and heroes who will emerge from the Gulf Coast devastation; we'll learn all of their stories in the days to come, but Sam's story, captured in this one picture, shines for me.
We're gonna be ok as long as there are Sams around.
Goodnight Sam, goodnight Pooch.
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Do what you want but I remember 9/11 and I'll never send a nickle to the Red Cross. They collected tens of millions and refused to give it out (said they were waiting for the "next disaster") until shamed into it by the public outcry.
You'll never meet a war vet who'll give a dime to the Red Cross, but give freely to the Salvation Army... maybe it's a military thang... maybe we don't like being lied to and ripped off... $1 for a donut? Not hardly, you slugs.
Find a charity you can research and have trust in.... then give and go to sleep safe and comfortable knowing you've helped and you're grateful for that simple fact.
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I have a young friend, Andrea James; she's in her first newspaper job in Mobile Alabama. I'm proud of her... she's a talent, but more importantly, a throwback to the old days when reporters were hard working, dedicated and committed... I love her cheerfulness, her intensity and her laugh, you can hear it in her prose...
Listen to her: