I remember the devastation Iniki caused on Kauai in 1992 and how difficult it was to see pictures of the island, knowing that my uncle's house was no more.

This is nothing like it.

Watching CNN and seeing pictures of New Orleans, reminiscing about how I walked down those streets -- even seeing the Olive Garden Kalin and I ate at the day I flew in, torn to pieces.

I helped out on the res floor today, speaking with a woman trying to fly out of Seattle. When I asked where she was flying to, she said "HOME, but I don't know where. I have nothing left in New Orleans."

BROKE MY HEART.