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Every day is another day without food or water. Every day survival of the fittest only rings more true. Every day lawlessness grows. Every day people are dying. Rescue efforts are doing what they can...and its sad. I don't know..I just wake up and shed tears every morning as I read the news from the Hurricane. Each night I fall asleep with those same tears as I think about what it must be like there. To be starving, to be in complete fear, to want out of there...and to have nothing you can do about any of them.