Black Holes-Personal Narrative

“Guys we have something to tell you, the neighbors will be staying with us until the storm is over.” “What!” “No!” I screamed what happily, but I don't think my brother was too happy about this because he screamed no. My neighbors were some of the nicest people. First you have the Millers. There names were Kathy and Kevin. They had a son named Lauren(my age) and a older daughter named Julie that was Ryan’s age. Then you have the Masons. They have a son my age named Tyler and an older one named Luke that's Ryan’s age. I asked my mom when the hurricane was supposed to start (again because I forgot) and she said October 30th. That was only two days at least it was a Monday so I would be missing school. That’s good

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.

Now as a person if someone looked outside they would see a dim gloomy sky, and the tides were clashing into the seashore. I was scared of how atrocious the weather was, but after a little while longer all of us got to the weather shelter. While in the shelter the power went off, and to make matters more appalling everybody could hear the thunder reverberating and booming outside. The thunder made me skittish, and the wind was howling as loud as a wolf. Moments later when the hurricane stopped, and it was okay to go outside everybody could see the deterioration done to the

As the rain poured down around 6pm, it became obvious that this thunderstorm was severe. My family listened to the weather alerts on Channel 3, WEAR, and after two hours, the rain did not relent. We knew we needed to check for flooding issues around our house. My dad pulled on a slick black raincoat and walked up our downward-slanting driveway to the road, where he discovered that the cul-de-sac’s road across the street had sent a river of water directly down our driveway. My mom and I turned on the flood lights to see our backyard and four-foot white picket fence lining

In times of emergency, life and death, and tragic despair, people often are reminded of the umbrella of stress that hangs over us. With such a world people live in today, at times its common to be caught up in the minor details of life; rather than enjoying the beauty of it all. Almost everyday, we live in a sheltered life, hidden away in our communities, just trying to skate by. But there are sometimes moments that occur in a lifetime, where that sheltered routine, that is so ingrained in our minds, is taken upon differently. August 29, 2005, day one of hurricane Katrina; this date, is one that is permanently ingrained in thousands of citizens of New Orleans. On this day, people have seen family members drown, houses destroyed, as well as

The moment opened the door I just wanted to turn and run far away. When I peeked in everyone was staring at me as if I had killed someone.

Inside was very dark. There were about 70 people already inside. After my father got in, the door slammed shut. Darkness overcame all of us. All openings were sealed off, and we were only able to breathe from the tiny holes on the side of the cars. We were unable to sit, or there would not be enough room for everyone. So I stood with my father beside me. There was no food or water, but I wasn’t hungry or thirsty. Though, many people did have hunger and thirst. The only thing given to us was a bucket for human waste. There was a loud whistle, we started to move, and we never saw our home again.

The morning of October 4 was the date of the South Carolina flood. I remember waking up to my parent’s voice saying “everyone wake up, fast.” Then I ran downstairs to see water seeping in through the doors. All the carpets were starting to float up. I saw my mother and she said to put on shorts so that my pajama pants would not add weight. In addition, she said to put tennis shoes on. By the time I made my way downstairs, everyone was running around. The dogs were taken out of their kennels and were being held. My father went over to the garage and flipped on the lights to see if he could reach the boat. However the water had risen too high to go in the garage. Suddenly we saw lights appear in the driveway, we realized it was a car. We were so joyful until we recognized that it

It was Sunday and this meant that I would spend it at Booth Memorial Park giving historical tours of the home. The Booth brothers David and Stephen Both owned the property. They were traditional American entrepreneurs. They were republicans and abolitionist and philanthropist . They fought their whole life’s for injustice and taking care of those most left out of our society during. I have always found a profound sense of pleasure at this Park like I had a deep and spiritual conception to the place . The building the Booth Brothers built and the beautiful rose garden with a tremendous amount of roses always contributed to my instance love of the park . As I looked in the distance I saw a large and ominous storm cloud above the graveyard of the property. All of a sudden the day took a dramatic turn as a strange and eccentric man entered the building that would change my life forever.

Alright Alright, It's memorial day and it is still 1000 degree with no end in sight. This may be the end of the world and we all cook to death... who knows. As I cannot convince any of my buddies to get out of there air conditioning safety bubbles, I sit inside too contemplating what to do. Being inside seemed to be the only option for myself and I wasn't too thrilled. It was time for dinner and as the food was cooking I looked at my phone to see my weather app and the snapchat weather people inform me that there was rain coming. As Zimmerman was just getting hit by rain, people south of me were running from tornados which actually seemed pretty entertaining and better than sitting inside bored.

It’s morning now and I woke up my little brother. He knew what was coming but I knew he wasn’t ready. We were eating our small breakfast and then we heard the diesel engines of the trucks. I grabbed our coats and outside we went. Forced to leave our home because of something stupid. My brother noticed that there were

It was as if someone pulled the scene from an old movie. Three young boys. The family business being sold off. Machinery lined up. Auctioneers bellowing out the next highest price as my family watched 40 years of toil and dreams being hauled away.

I woke up after, what felt like, 4 hours of sleep. I regretted not going to bed at a decent hour the night before, because as soon as my alarm went off, I instantly wanted to hit the snooze button. I headed out the door, a quarter after 6 AM, and with the dark skies and chilly breeze, it really had me frazzled on how it was supposed to turn out to be a “beautiful” day. As I headed North on 35W, I arrived at the fire station, in Minneapolis, around 7:45 AM. I called Firemen Kevin Taaffe from my car. Kevin has been a family friend of ours since I was born, he used to babysit me and now in return I babysit his children. He met me in the lobby outside of the secured doors of the station and within minutes,

One day I was talking to my family in Puerto Rico and then out of nowhere Hurricane Irma hit Puerto Rico, but it didn't do a lot of damage so my family was fine. It

I started to absorb the import of his words. I was connecting my own dots. One night after the hurricane, I woke up at 4 AM startled. The dream that startled me - my childhood home was tilted and a sheath of water was cascading down the floors.