I cried when I saw them at the airport. It felt like I was in a third-world country. They had dirty T-shirts, shorts and sandals -- the same clothes they wore when the fled from the hurricane.

My ordeal began when I couldn't locate my grandkids for almost a week after the hurricane devastated the Gulf Coast.

At first, they were headed to Texas, but the highways were jammed. So they turned around and headed toward the hurricane and kept driving, which was a good thing or they would have been stranded in New Orleans.

And when the centurion, which stood over against him, saw that he so cried out, and gave up the ghost, he said, Truly this man was the Son of God.

I cried when her plane disappeared. I felt like I lost a friend.

So when the two hosts saw each other, the companions of Musa cried out: Most surely we are being overtaken.