Dead Men Floating In Hardin, Missouri

I felt a chill run through my body as I stood outside my car and watched the hazy water continuously rush over the sea wall and into the street. I began to step back as the water crept closer to the car’s tires. The water carried debris from boats and homes; I saw a broken bike tire drift and eventually grasp onto a metal pole which had once been a fishing rod. The three big sail boat docks had broken free and now drifted out of the Pine Orchard Harbor and onto the Ruwe’s front lawn and behind the tennis courts; I was afraid that the abandoned paddle boards would do the same. The road was filled with about six feet of water; Ms. Molly was kayaking in the blockaded road. Mr. and Ms. Quinn had stumbled outside his stout home to see how much damage Hurricane Irene had really accomplished overnight. This was the first glimpse I had had at her destruction after spending two days in my powerless home. I heard my parents speaking to Mr. Quinn in hushed voices saying that we were in the eye of the storm. As the wind began to pick up, my mother ordered my family to return to the GMC. My stomach churned as the nausea rose inside of me. I climbed back into my car.

When a huge storm caused the Missouri River to overflow in 1993, its water swept through Hardin. Water swept through Hardin,destroying homes and other buildings. Then something terrible happened that the town would never be the same: the dead rose up from the cemetery. It destroyed homes and buildings, and unearthing nearly 600 coffins from the local cemetery. As storm after storm pummeled the Midwestern United States, rivers began to overflow their banks. Throughout the summer, floodwater destroyed homes and businesses, and roads and bridges were washed away. The flooding didn’t and unit fall, and by then, more 20 million acres of land. Fifty people had died, and 55,000 homes were damaged or destroyed.

One of the events that stood out was the incident of the last train to leave Houston at 9:45 a.m. The train contained 95 passengers. When the train left, the tracks were completely washed out. Passengers were then forced to transfer to a relief train in order to complete their journey. Unfortunately, since there was a lot of debris on the track, the progress at which the train was moving at was at the pace of a crawl. When the train tried to return, the rising water blocked its path preventing it from moving. 10 travelers decided to leave the train and go to a lighthouse where 200 people were already at. The 85 travelers that remained on the train were killed by a storm surge. Another big story that was known among the deaths of people was about the 90 orphan children and the 10 sisters from St. Mary’s Orphans Asylum that died. Orphans were found tied together with a cloth line to a nun. This was because the nuns had promised to the orphan children they would never let go no matter what and to keep them close. A witness with the name of Smith Austin said, “Tress began to fall state shingles, planks sand debris of every imaginable kind were being hurled through the air…” Anna Delz was one of the survivors of the storm. Anna Delz was thrown into the water and found 18 miles away from her

On April 18, 2016 Yahoo reports Houston, Texas have flooding that forces residents to move out their homes and live in a nearby shelter. The flooding causes damage to the electricity lines, foreclosures of freeways, and forcing schools to close down because of the weather. One million students got the day off including workers. It’s deeply saddened that five victims were dead in this weather. There is over 450 water rescue and victims were transported to the mall to shelter away until the storm passes. It’s hard for people to drive in the freeway because the water can be up to 15 feet deep. The weather causes frustration toward the Houston resident.

But the police searched the river and found her body. Her body, lifeless and pale. They took her body, which they covered with a white sheet, to the morgue. Even after the police and the EMT left, I still could not move. I was frozen solid. I stared out into the river, watching the rain calm down and river become more and more steady.

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

“Johnstown flood” is a short story written by David McCullough. This story talks about the miraculous survival of a little girl named Gertrude. Gertrude’s sheer luck got her up the hill safely. Of course, with the help of several people she met along the way. I think that this is an extraordinary act of how worked together and some people put his/her life at risk to save a small child that they didn’t even knew. I fell that this is a great example of how human beings come together in times of need and extreme danger and in the way that we try to protect ourselves from disaster.

It was May 22, 2011 when the Joplin tornado hit. I wasn’t there I was only six years old when it happened. But i’m going to tell a story that is part of a real story but the people in it are not real. It started with an eight year old boy his name was Jackie Anderson he has two twin sisters. There names were Victoria and Katrina they were born five months ago. He also has one older brother and his name was Austin. He is thirteen years old. He is in seventh grade at Pleasant Valley middle school. Jackie is home schooled when he gets into the 5th grade he will go to school. It was 3:35 pm a couple of hours before it hit. He was at the table finishing his math when he saw a clouds a couple miles away from his house.

For those who have not been caught in a natural disaster, this short story would provide a window into the true horror felt by those involved. Seeing pictures and seeing news footage of the carnage can not begin to accurately depict the experience. Hearing interviews can’t express the horror of finding a body torn and mangled under a tree that has stood resolute for hundreds of years. However, this story allows one to enter into the psyche of a survivor. It is a much more realistic experience in that way. One can feel the same emotions, if they are so inclined, and thus better understand the true horror of

In a tragic accident with a semi and a farmer on interstate I-94, Justin Lemoine and Caleb Kadrmas both passed away at the age of (20). Caleb and Justin pulled over to help the sheep that got his head stuck in the fence. Justin got out of the vehicle and went to the sheep then he waved at Caleb to help him; Justin watched the semi swerved onto the shoulder and hit Caleb. Justin turned around and there was a person standing there with a gun. It was the farmer; he raised his gun and pulled the trigger. Justin passed away at that very moment.

August 29, 2005 may be just another date to most of the American population but for New Orleans it is a date that weighs heavy on the hearts of the residents. Every year when this date comes around, residents are reminded of the lost ones they didn’t get to say goodbye too, the pets that were lost, homes that were damaged and lost, families that were shattered and broken apart due to this tragic event. Thousands of lives were taken during this time, not including the hundreds of thousands of homes that were lost. Many people sat on the roofs of their homes trapped inside of unbearable hot attics, or canoeing through disease waters trying to stay alive until emergency response teams could reach them.

Leslie Marmon Silko’s story entitled The Man to Send Rain Clouds describes a funeral service carried out by a Native American Pueblo family. Though many perceive the funeral

On January 12, 1888 a snowstorm broke the center of the North America continent. According to the writer “The tragedy of the January 12 blizzard was that the bad timing extended across the region and cut through the shared experiences of the whole population.” The storm hit the most thickly settled sections of Nebraska and Dakota Territory. One of the many tragedies of that day was the failure of the weather forecaster, primitive technology, human error, narrow- mindedness, and sheer ignorance. One of the heartbreaking stories of the tragedies that affected me emotionally was the Dakota Beadle county calamity of “Richard chambers, his sons and the Newfoundland dog”. The reason why the story gets my

The family was made up on 6 kids and the parents. The family thankfully all survived and are now located in Arizona away from the tragic memory. The family took safety from the flooding by fleeing to their attic. After 11 hours of waiting they heard a boat and used a hammer to break open the roof and escape. The family left New Orleans as fast as they could, they left behind their home, friends and memories. The family did travel back to New Orleans not long after leaving to see their house and try recover anything. They tried to offer help to any friends they could but were told horror stories of everyone's experiences. The family have rebuilt a new home and are blessed just to be together again. Somethings you don’t expect to happen to

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.