To the Biloxi Man in the Yellow Shirt -- Hardy Jackson

I am so, so sorry for what you have been through in the last 24 hours. Twice this morning I have seen the interview where you describe your family's desperate struggle to get to the roof of your home. You are utterly distraught, and I don't know how you are managing to be as composed as you are, having had your wife literally ripped from your life by the hurricane.

She told you you wouldn't be able to save her. She told you to look after the children. And then she let go and got swept away. I am hoping against hope that she somehow survived, and that you find her.

For what little good it does, Hardy, I'm thinking of you.