Ken George, Pres & Founder
NetSmart, Inc.
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Wednesday about 1 pm, I got a call from the Eddie Caldwell, Executive Director of the North Carolina Sheriff's Association, informing me of the headlines above. The Sherrif's Office there was operating outside from under a tarp on the sidewalk. My mind went back to the scenes etched in my memory from being in Haiti following the earthquake.
When told me that they "don't have any computers or printers", I immediately contacted my technicians and asked for help collecting equipment to deliver on Thursday so that we could get them up and running, protecting the citizens of Graham County. EVERY client we contacted offered what they had. They are listed at the end of this posting. I called the Sheriff to ask about the quantity needed, and immediately knew I was helping a brother in Christ. The music that played during the ringing was from Sidewalk Prophets 2009 hit "The Words I would Say". The phrase that played was...
Sheriff Moody had already secured an abandoned Wachovia Bank building from it's owner, so we arrived about 12:30 to unload what we brought. Inmates from the county jail were there to help with lifting, moving and cleaning. We identified work areas, still without furniture, and I began to setup PCs. By 5:00, we had several key workstations up and running on the internet, but continued to work until about 10:00 pm. After a good night's sleep, Eddie and I headed back for the new Sheriff's office. We worked late into the afternoon, finding out late in the day that the County Commissioners, several of whom were lame ducks after losing their primary elections, were refusing to allow the County I.T. Director to help us. We were on our own. Buncombe County asked what they could do for us and we now were in need of a server. The NC Highway Patrol ferried a new server from Asheville down to us that arrived about 1:00 a.m Saturday morning. I spent the night installing software and configuring printers. Without leaving the office overnight, (they left me a Glock 9mm because the suspected arsonist was still on the loose) I finished the server. Saturday was spent configuring and testing printers, scanners and fax machines. The overnight deputy on his way out said, "Well, I'm heading on back to the reservation." This was a true statement. He's a Cherokee Indian and that's where he lives. All my life, I'd heard that phrase spoken figuratively, but never literally until now.




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