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A few days later the storm still raging, we were taken in by a Mexican family whose pregant wife felt compassion for us. We slept on the floor in their living room. They were so poor that they had no beds for their own babies, but they shared with us what food they had: hamburger meat and cookies.
When the hurrican finally passed, we commandeered a bus to take us back to the main part of town. The storm had destroyed buildings, uprooted palm tress and tossed boats ashore and on top of mountains. The ocean waters were black. The airport was demolished. There was no radio tower, no radio communication. Nearly 200,000 were left homeless. I saw one man killed by the army for stealing. On the street we passed an old lady and a little boy with three boxes lined up in fornt of the. each box had a toy sitting on top of it. That's all they had, that's all that was left. Comercial airplane pilots volunteered to fly people out of Cancun. We flew to Atlanta and took a taxi to the Ritz Carlton. |
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