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.

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.

You know, that's a real complex question and people have been arguing that question for a long time,

I guess I don't want to get too much in detail. But I was just picturing in my mind and weeping with all the people that were left in the city and the experiences they had. Many of those experiences I've heard, many of them I can only dream about. . . . To think of that chaos and the way in which people died and the way in which people potentially are still dying, I allowed myself to really think of that and to weep for them this morning.

That's currently all we own after we left.

We don't know what the damage is, per se. We don't know if its salvageable or not. But while the building is damaged, our spirit is strong.