One morning I woke up ... it was 5:30 a.m. and I was just weeping for our city and for the people they haven't found. I don't know that I've been angry. I've been very sad.

I wept this morning thinking about our city. I was thinking about the families and children who drowned in their homes. It's a sad thing but we see an opportunity to do a greater good than has ever been done.

There are natural disasters, the worst part of humanity has come in the city in the aftermath, yet I believe in all that somehow God is doing things that inevitably will be good,

Then a young girl came out of one of these condemned buildings carrying an old doll, ... And I realized she lived there. I was shocked that somebody could actually live in a place like that.

I personally woke up this morning and I didn't know about it.

One morning I woke up and was plunged into psychological shock. I had forgotten I was free.