I kinda felt guilty coming back to a home when I left people that didn't have one.

Many hands make light work. So, everyone who goes contributes just a little bit and that lightens the people's hearts that much more.

They each have a story to tell about what they went through: an 82-year-old lady standing on her bed in chest deep water before it started to recede. After you talk to them, listen to them, you see that glimmer of hope in their eyes that people in this country still do care.

It was understood that when I left to do the pilot that I wasn't coming back.

The shot felt good when it left my hand.

Last week when I left I felt totally incapable of doing this.