Crazy New Orleans

So we got to work today. We showed up at this house, that seemed fairly normal, and in a normal neighborhood, and even once the guys and I got inside it seemed like a normal house being worked on. It wasn't till the husband and wife who lived there, started telling their story, the place took on a whole new vibe. The wife and two daughters left a day before the hurricane hit. Got stuck in traffic and got to Mississippi a few days later. The father and son stayed behind, but once the levy broke the water rose 8 feet in 45 minutes. They went up to their attic to get above the water but when the water kept rising, they had to cut a hole in their roof with a chainsaw to escape drowning. He dove down to his garage type thing to free their canoe type thing. Then he "borrowed" his neighbors motor boat to go around helping people, and finding food wherever they can. We looked out over the neighborhood as the wife told us that there use to be so many more houses around, and saying that only a couple of their neighbors even came back. He even told us it isn't uncommon to hear about shootings in the area on a daily basis. He said she doesn't let her daughter play outside by herself, even during the day.
My greatest sadness came when I was walking around with their 7 year old daughter. She was on an adventure trying to find something fun. But all we were finding was junk. Not sure if it was just something like we would find in any given field, or something left from a house. We did find a concrete block in the ground leftover from the neighbors house. Then went walking around some more and she was saying how her toys went usable, cause all the family money was being put into fixing up the house. She had a slide and some stuff in the yard, but bees and things were flying around her stuff. She is such a wonderful girl and full of imagination, that she just plays with whatever she can, and seemed to have a lot of fun. I know a similar devastation just happened in other places of the world, but here in New Orleans there is still lots of help needed, for families like this one who have struggled for 6 years now just trying to survive and make their life better.

crazy life

So, life is crazy... not that any of you don't know this, but yeah just a reminder.
I was suppose to start my camp job up in Michigan tomorrow, well I'm in New Orleans. And no, I didn't get lost on the interstate. It turns out the camp is having some budget changes, so they might have room for me in April. I found this out Thursday morning, just in time for my going away party. But then Friday night I was watching a movie with friends and found out a guy from their trip isn't going anymore. So since my plans for the week involved spending a lot of time with a beautiful girl, which I'm sad I don't get to see, I found out if I can go. They pulled some strings, and well here I am in New Orleans. If I understand it right we are gonna be working on dry walling a church. Fun thing about mission trip is you aren't sure until the week is over what you are actually doing.
But we spent some time at the French Quarter, and even saw the spot the levy broke. It's kind of crazy seeing where all this devastation happened, there is such life going on all around these remnants of the past. I think 1 out of 3 houses were broken down. But the rest just seemed like the people who lived in them just went on with life. Pretty weird, but I guess not any different than packing for Michigan but ending up in New Orleans.

I Am The Bobby Schultz

Hi everybody. Not sure where this post is going, cause I got a lot on my mind.
I move to Michigan soon, kinda weird, but nothing too new it seems to me. Since I've been in high school it seems I've been bouncing from place to place. Having some adventure, then either coming back to Huntington and settling down for a bit or going right into another adventure. I have been to Mexico, Texas, Florida, California, Tennessee, Georgia, Michigan, and more, all over the place really. And each of those I mentioned has a great story behind it, and feel free to ask anytime, but I don't feel like getting into them now. But this trip to Michigan feels different, I'm not exactly sure why though. Maybe it is because I'm moving to plan B, well more like M or N, but I've never been this close to graduating before. So that might be it, but then there is all the stuff I went through last semester. Between my mom having brain surgery and having parkinsons, to me starting therapy for depression, then my grandma is in the hospital even right now for falling and hitting her head, my brother has 2 great kids, my sister just got engaged and looks like she is moving away, so I won't have the house I've used as a safety net for so many years. So maybe I'm just actually just worried about my family, and being away from them until the fall. It also could be because I find myself in a similar situation as last year about this time, having just started a relationship, but then going off for some job. But it could also be leaving my friends at HU. Some great friends graduated last year leaving me with tons of underclassmen that I grew to know and love and deepen some great friendships, but by the time I come back yet another group of friends will be gone, leaving me to yet more underclassmen.
But whatever it is, I'm not too worried about it. You want to know why? It is because I am The Bobby Schultz. I have a God that loves me, and has made me into this man that, although my many many faults, still is using me in a way that blows my mind when I think about it. Cause although He has made me The Bobby Schultz, He is this amazing God that I cannot seem to even fathom how much I don't know about Him.