Directly after Hurricane Katrina, I visited my family in Louisiana for six months. In this short time I spent with my aunt, I witnessed more poverty and devastation than a newspaper headline could ever offer. I recall crawling through the streets of Layfette glazing silently at a child playing with her shoe, as she had no toys to play with. Walking inside a half vacated half vandalized mall reminded me of a TV western ghost town. My cousin saw I was uneasy from the disparity of the town, so she offered me to come to her day camp center to help out. Each day, I helped out at the center with daily tasks such as doing the attendance, cleaning the tables, and making sure each computer in the computer room functioned. And each day as I volunteered
