I Was A 16-year-old Girl

Compromise Today Is Too Often Applauded Simply For Itself. The Cost Of Compromise To Principles And Real Lives Doesn't Seem To Matter.

What Happened After Katrina Is That People Were Stirred To Action; There Were An Enormous Number Of Contributions By People Trying To Make A Difference. But Then We Forget. We've Forgotten Katrina Victims, We've Forgotten The Face Of Poverty.

I'm Not A Victim - I Never Want To Be Perceived That Way.

To Be Perfectly Frank, There Is An Odd Place After Losing A Child, Where You Think Somehow Your Life Is Worth Less.

If I Had Lost A Leg, I Would Tell Them, Instead Of A Boy, No One Would Ever Ask Me If I Was 'over It'. They Would Ask Me How I Was Doing Learning To Walk Without My Leg. I Was Learning To Walk And To Breathe And To Live Without Wade. And What I Was Learning Is That It Was Never Going To Be The Life I Had Before.