All of us who live on the Gulf Coast have been watching the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico worsen day by day, hour by hour. Initially, it was the shock of the explosion, and the lives lost. Then the oil made its escape. With each day, it seems, the quantity of oil and the rate at which it is flowing from the wreckage of the oil rig on the bottom of the ocean increases. It now stands at 200,000 gallons a day. The oil slick has reached the shores of Louisiana, and the military is scrambling to clean up what the oil company could not. On the news this morning, which I usually avoid, they declared it the worst oil spill in decades, if not in history.
But I think it could have been worse, perhaps. Because I think down there on the ocean floor, amid the massive wreckage, 11 souls are holding back the oil with the strength of their hearts.
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