After being told by the Tennessee state troopers that we would be
 sitting still until the clean up was completed, I set my brakes on the
 truck and got out to stretch my legs.  Other truck drivers did the same,
 and at one point there were 5 of us standing there by my truck,
 complaining.  Sitting right beside me in the left lane were two elderly
 people in a Silverado pick up truck, which was loaded quite well.  The
 man, (Joe), lowered his window and asked what was going on regarding the traffic situation.

 Soon we were all talking with this couple.  I mentioned that if I had
 known about this, I would have bought something to drink, (water), for I was becoming thirsty.  The lady, (Anna), said that they had plenty of
 water and sodas in the cooler in the bed of the truck and offered
 everyone present something.  While she was back there, she said that she had plenty of tuna salad made up, and asked if we would be interested in a sandwich.  After some urging from Joe, we agreed to a sandwich. 

While Anna was making the sandwiches on the tailgate of the truck, she was singing like a songbird.  To be close to 70, (I guess), she had a
 remarkable voice.  When she finished making the sandwiches, and putting everything up, Joe raised the tailgate of the truck to close it.  I
 noticed a Mississippi license plate on it.  I inquired as to what part
 of Mississippi they were from.  Joe said Biloxi.  Knowing that Biloxi
 had been ravaged also by hurricane Katrina, I asked if they sustained
 any damage.  Joe said that they lost everything but what they had on and what was in the pickup.  All of us drivers tried unsuccessfully to pay
 them for their drinks and the sandwiches.  They would have nothing to do with it. 

Joe said that their son was living around Harrisonburg,
 Virginia and that they were going there.  He was in the real estate
 business and that there was a home that became open, and that they were going to start all over there.  Starting over at their age would not be easy.

 I will soon be 48 years old, and I have to say that I have never eaten a
 tuna sandwich with side orders of reality and humility.  These people
 lost everything except the pictures, important documents, and some
 clothes.  Joe had managed to get their antique heirloom grandfather
 clock into the bed of the truck and Anna got her china and silverware,
 but that was all.  These wonderful people lost practically everything
 they owned and still would not accept any money for their food and
 drinks.  Joe said that "it was better to give than it is to receive."

 They sought refuge behind a block wall that he had built years ago, and
 they watched their belongings and their home dissappear in the winds of
 Hurricane Katrina. Joe said that during all this he had one hand holding
 onto Anna and the other holding on to God.  Their truck and themselves came out of Katrina unscathed.

 As I stated before, Anna was singing a song while making the sandwiches. The song is titled "I know who holds tomorrow," an old gospel song.  She knew every word and was quite a gifted singer of it. 

Have you ever heard it?  The chorus of this song is, "Many things, about tomorrow, I don't seem to understand.  But I know who holds tomorrow, and I know who holds my hand." 

There is no doubt, in my mind, who was holding both their hands.  I know there have been many, many emails that have circulated over the years about things that will touch your heart, but this one I personally was involved in.

 Exodus 15:26 And said, If thou wilt diligently hearken to the voice of the LORD thy God, and wilt do that which is right in his sight, and wilt give ear to his commandments, and keep all his statutes, I will put none of these diseases upon thee, which I have brought upon the Egyptians: for I am the LORD that healeth thee.