At last, a happy story

From the DomeBlog in Houston, a volunteer describes how the New Orleans evacuees are being treated:

Evacuees are brought into the hall in a registration area, where they are given fresh clothes, allowed to take showers and given a plastic badge to show they'd been through the sign-in process. The clothes they are wearing are tagged and taken over to the Hilton across the street, where they are laundered. The evacuees find a place to sleep in a giant room filled with air mattresses. From a distance, it looks like a sea. The room is softly lit; it's soothing. They are then brought into the distribution area. There were enough volunteers that many people had a 'personal shopper' who helped them find what they needed, and sometimes carried bags.
As they enter the distribution area, they walk a gauntlet of volunteers who hold baby strollers. Parents who don't have a stroller are offered one, and everyone applauds as the evacuees pass. They are treated like heroes. My daughter stood in this line with a box of toys, making sure each child was handed one as he or she came in. 'I made sure each one of them laughed,' she said.

They have endured so much, and will have to rebuild their lives economically and socially and psychologically. But finally, for at least a few minutes, they are being treated like the heroes they are.