With every step I take, I feel as if I'm walking farther from the world I knew. In disbelief, I keep trying to make sense of what it is I am seeing. I still can't.
I have chills just thinking about it. My eyes are watering, and this untamable emotion is running through me.
Visiting Grand Isle yesterday was just like attending my best friend's funeral because the ocean in Grand Isle is dead. It is a ghost town; the beach is empty except for rude and disrespectful BP cleanup crews, who adeptly avoid speaking about the spill.
What causes their hostility toward the common person seeking answers?
In a time when these so-called BP employees should be sincere and compassionate toward the public, for the most part, from my experience, they are anything but. Why have these people not been briefed in civil and everyday manners? These people should be bringing the people of this region affected by the oil spill breakfast in bed and washing their cars – doing anything in their power to make these people feel better.