While in a cramped hotel in Jackson MS, my family and about 50 others crowded around a battery operated TV trying to see what was left of our city. Over and over the news stations broadcasted horrific images of the Eastbank of New Orleans. Through our tears we waited to see the destruction of the Westbank and the area that our grandparents decided to wait out the storm in. Hours passed and still no information. Three days later, we received a phone call from our 80 year old grandmother. She was fine and our houses only had minimal damage compared to the rest of our city. I\'ve never been more relieved but at the same time, my stomach churned with guilt. I knew that I had a place to go back to, but just minutes away a whole new world of destruction and death was out there. My friends were homeless, and so many fellow New Orleanians were dead. Our city would never be the same, our lives were forever altered.