A couple of days had passed since Hurricane Wilma struck our towns, and while most people were beginning to make repairs to their homes, a small group of families were adjusting to life in a new one. The Germain Arena had just closed it's doors as a shelter, moving hurricane victims to the Bonita Recreation Center. Fortunately for myself, I was able to arrive at the center moments after the last bus had unloaded its victims. To my surprise, people arriving at the center worked at a frantic pace as they made preparations to their new home, which was nothing more than a gymnasium shared with large group of strangers. Once the frenzy had died down and the last cot was unfolded, exhaustion seemed to set in for most people staying at the shelter. Almost too drained to even lay sheets down on her cot, Alejandra Garza, 10, raised her hands over her head as if to support the notion that she emotionally drained from the entire situation. It was a simple moment, one that did not last for more than a few seconds, but it seemed to describe the situation perfectly.