College Students to the Rescue
By Fred Owens
I see the destruction of Hurricane Katrina, houses in heaps, roofs in yards, mud everywhere, and I know what flood damage can do to the interior of a house – if it can be saved at all and not torn down. How are we going to clean that all up, I wondered. The next day I visited a college campus and saw the vigorous, healthy, unburdened youths going to their classes. I put the two together. There’s a big job that needs to be done – a lot of hard, dirty, manual labor cleaning up the debris, and those kids look just perfect for the task ahead.
I read that the students at Tulane and other colleges in
I think all the college students from
What if twenty-five students volunteered from every campus in the nation to give up one semester, and go to
I would love to teach them the art of the wheelbarrow and the shovel. I would call it Introduction to Basic Labor 101. These bright students would learn quickly.
How about picking up broken branches and loading them into a truck? I could show them how to do that too. We would move on to advance techniques liked the use of the chainsaw and crowbar in the dismantling of damaged buildings. Oh yes, after we dismantle the building, we have to load all that in the truck too.
At night, after all that hard work, the students could have discussions about their grandparents and the generations that came before them. They would know a little something about the backbreaking work on the old farm and factories, the work that was done long ago, the work that built up their families, the work that made it possible for them to go to college
Oh, there’s nothing more beautiful than a hard day’s work and sweat dripping off your noise – it makes you feel satisfied and like you’re a part of things. If those kids come to the
I may be dreaming. But we have to have dreams and hopes to get through this national disaster. We are called to do extraordinary things. We are called to give and to sacrifice. Many foreign countries have offered financial aid and technical assistance. We should accept that aid and not be too proud. But the cleanup, the hands-on work, the hardest, dirtiest job – we have to do that ourselves. I lived on the