A Beautiful Day : It Was A Beautiful Day

As I begin to read Lydia’s story, I recall the days that led up to the named storm, Hurricane Katrina. It was the year 2005. Most of the people I came in contact with were tracking the storm and wondered if the storm would come our way. We spoke of how we would prepare for the storm. I was afraid because my husband was on the road and I was alone to take care of my five-year-old child and my home. Lydia was brave as she rode out the storm.

My best friend Leah Nepomuceno is one of the strongest people I know, especially when it comes to family. Family to her is everything and she has done all she can to try and keep hers together as a whole. We were in sixth grade swinging on the swings outside at recess, whispering and giggling about our usual gossip when she received news from one of our teachers that we knew was serious by the look on her face and fear in her voice. She came up to us and told her she needed to go the office and that she was being dismissed, she gave me permission to walk with her inside. On the short but long felt walk inside Leah's heart was pounding, her hands were sweating, and her eyes were slowly filling with tears. Her mom was

Teresa is kind when she rescues an inexperienced windsurfer, Jamie. “The clouds start to move in, warning signs… ‘Can you get back to shore?’ I ask.

That storm was it, we had been suffering for weeks. There was dust all over our house, most of our things were broken. Our crops were dying because of the gruesome drought we had gotten, so that meant that my father was not making any money from our crops and we were barely getting anything to eat. Although our life those past few weeks has been tough, I didn’t want to leave. We moved there from New Hampshire a good four years before and since then I had grown so much, I had so many friends and I was doing so well in the school there, but it was time for us to move and live in sunny California.

We would go and do all kinds of things together and those days account for some of my earliest memories. As her first grandchild, we developed a great relationship that we still have today. When the time finally came for me to go to school, it was tough for my Nana to not have me at home every day, but for my parents they couldn’t be more proud of their little boy. My first years of school were great. I was fortunate to have my mother as my kindergarten teacher, but when first grade came so did my first life changing experience. On August 23, 2005, Hurricane Katrina struck the Mississippi Gulf Coast. That day I woke up, the skies a haunting grey, as the storm moved inland reports of flooding, strong winds, and even tornados came over the television, as my family prepared for the storm’s impact. Sadly, Hattiesburg got the worst Katrina had to offer. The eye of the storm moved directly over us, and when the eye wall struck is when my entire family wondered if it would be our final day on this Earth. At this point, the power had gone out and we sat in an eerie darkness, only equal to that of a war zone. The only sound we could hear was whipping of the wind and pounding of the

Soon the moonlight illuminated the scenery. As I was standing on the balcony admiring the scenery something finally went wrong, a huge black cloud covered the moon. I soon heard the thunder. It seemed to be nothing to worry about, so I didn’t acknowledge it. A few hours later the thunder grew louder and I could see the flashes of lightning headed our way. I went inside to inform my parents of the weather, but they didn’t seem to worry about it much until the cloud was almost over the lodge. My family and I left the reception alone while everyone else stayed in cover; they were the smart ones I thought.

Carol and Walter Godshall have been living in Exeter, PA every since they were little. Also, Walter Godshall was a former police officer in Exeter, PA. Carol and Walter Godshall went on vacation together but suddenly there was a hurricane with the name of Hurricane Wilma. Scared people was all they saw when they were in the shelter. The winds were up to one hundred fifty mph and twenty inches of rain. They were stuck in the shelter for about two days. The wind is as forceful as a person to being pushed. Walter is scared as Jerry is running away from Tom.

As the hurricane passed, we heard on the news the winds had reached 120 mph. The hurricane was classified as a Category 3. I didn’t know what that meant, nor did I care at the time what mattered was we were all fine. Looking back now, I think being with friends in a house with a basement made of concrete walls seemed more

Once upon a time there were three brothers. The three of them moved out of their parent’s house and were in Florida looking to buy land to build a house and start a family. When looking for land a native Floridian told them they should be careful where they build their house because of the many hurricanes that Florida gets. The oldest brother had a macho attitude and said, “Hurricanes don’t scare me.” He picked a spot on the beach and built a house. The middle brother had an invulnerable and impulsive attitude, and said, “Hurricane, Smurricane.” He picked a spot in the Florida Keys and built his house quickly using the cheapest material he could find. The youngest brother was a careful person. He cared deeply for the safety of his family and

The character I have chosen to analyze is Ma Joad from The Grapes of wrath. Through the novel, the Joad family faces a treacherous and long journey from Oklahoma to California. Throughout this journey, people die, families fall apart, and spirits are crushed. However, through all that, there is one person who has pledged her life to keeping her family safe and together; that person is Ma Joad. Ma Joad is a forceful, devoted, and selfless leader; she may not start the story in charge, but as the journey progresses, she does what it takes to keep her family safe.

It is pretty strange when Tretheway has not been ridden out the storm at that time, yet her ability to extend that empathy to the local residents is undeniable. Thetheway refacts all the deaths and “bodies washed away” (65) through the lens of witnesses – her family and the whole community – with emotional depth and

The cyclone lifted the home with Dorothy and her dog Toto inside. After the house landed the reader and Dorothy knew that things were going to be quite different. The

The introduction did not give off the presence, but this story was actually about the trials and tribulations of Hurricane Katrina and Rita, specifically Lydia’s experience. The climax of the story that keeps the reader wondering what will happen

A Memorable day in my life, was, when I went to Walt Disney World. I remember the day like it was yesterday. My Trip to Disney World was the most joyous time in my life. There were so, many things to do, for the whole family to enjoy. My trip Walt Disney World was like a fantasy. Visiting Walt Disney World was more like, an escape from the real world. Visiting Walt Disney World Was an experience. I had the chance to see all of the Disney Characters , That, I've seen on television come to life there.

The sun is beaming down on I and coppers face as we take our daily walk, on the ocean shore in Florida. The sun is a bright yellow surrounded with a blue sky, filled with clouds. The sand is stretched alongside I and cooper; white and clear. Only my foot prints and coopers paw prints left behind. The sand is very soft. My feet and coopers paws sink into it with every step. The salty ocean air burns our noses. The waves sparkle and glitter from the sun beaming down on it. The ocean is a dark blue color with white caps as far as we can see. The waves our small. “Go get it Copper!” I yell throwing the stick into the the ocean. Cooper is a Labrador,he's been part of the family for 7 years now. Cooper catches my eyes , he's holding something that is shiny. I can't tell what it is with the sun in my eyes. It's most likely a can he's been bringing them back to shore lately. “Come on boy!” I yell out to him, trying to encourage him to swim faster. I can now see what Cooper is holding , I was right it's a can. For some reason I’m curious to find out whats in the can. As he's a few feet away from shore, I run to the edge of the water, the wind is blowing water across my ankles. “Which you got Cooper?” I ask him as he looses grip of the can, letting it fall on the sand. Coopers barking as I pick up the can. The cans label reads “ Del Monte Whole Kernel Corn”. I straggle to open the can led “It's sealed shut Cooper we have to wait until we get home to open it.” Water is dripping of