Narrative Essay On A Tsunami

The 2004 Boxing Day Tsunami was an horrific natural disaster. On Sunday 26th of December 2004 at 7.58 am local time there was an earthquake of a massive magnitude 9 on the Richter scale. The earthquake struck off the northern tip of Sumatra in Indonesia. It was the result of the Indio-Australian Plate subducting below the Eurasian Plate. Indonesia was hit by the tsunami first. Forty-five minutes later it reached Thailand.

In the beautiful blue water I grab the rope and swim to the end of it. Then, the boat starts to move so I pull myself up. Now, I was standing on the Wakeboard gliding across the water. Then suddenly there were waves right in front of us, and we were headed straight for them and I said to myself, “ oh crap”. I still was standing when the waves crashed into my board, but the last wave turned my board sideways and my face hit the water very hard and my face felt like it was split apart, and my family said it looked like

Three theories of stress, arousal and anxiety that are all linked with a common theme are Individual Zone of Optimal Functioning, Inverted-U theory, and Catastrophe theory. These three are linked by the theme of function of behaviour equals person times situation. These theories can help to explain arousal and anxiety levels of athletes in specific situations and the outcome of their performance, whether they succeed or fail. This essay will focus on the person times situation theme and how athletes need to find the correct balance of arousal and anxiety so they can perform at their best in a given situation. Situations may include the dying seconds of a match where the outcome is in their hands, or it might be a grand final, or any moment

The title of my novel is I Survived The Japanese Tsunami. It is written by Lauren Tarshis. Lauren Tarshis has written multiple I Survived books by now, and this one was definitely one of my favorites. The genre of this novel is nonfiction it was a true story about a boy named Ben and his family. They went to visit Japan where his father had passed 4 months ago and during the visit, the worst strikes.

Hurricane Katrina made landfall on the Gulf Coast, destroying lives, leveling homes and leaving thousands of survivors with the same story: We lost everything. Experiencing the loss and devastation of a natural disaster taught me the appreciation of life and how to start over and move forward without dwelling on the past.

The waves were immense, so we were all told not to go too far out. As my family started to get out of the water, after swimming for awhile. I decided to stay in the water and swim for a little bit longer. I was swimming more remote out to the deep sea. Suddenly I felt my foot start to sink underneath something grainy and soggy. Struggling to pull my foot back my other foot started to go under. I was panicked now, not know what was happening was the most appalling part the whole time. I finally figured out what was happening, I was sinking in some deep sand. As I was yelling for help frantically, I suddenly realized no one could hear me, I was on my own. I pulled and pulled until I felt my foot be released from the sand. I swam as fast as I could, when I finally got back to the shore, I looked at my family and said let's go back

At 8:46 am that morning I felt a sharp pain in my side. It was then that I realized that an airplane had hit me in the side. Parts of me were falling apart and I did not know what to do. As I stood there in despair and not knowing what to do I just looked out and saw many things happen at once. People were scramming to get out and to find safety from this disaster and me. The police and firemen arrived and tried to help the people. Minutes later at 9:03 am my brother who still stood tall and strong was also hit by an airplane. I couldn’t bear to look at him and the pain that he was going through. Though I was in

Living in Japan I knew we would experience earthquakes but I never thought I’d experience one so devastating to the whole country and nearby countries. March 11, 2011 was suppose to be a normal Friday, but at exactly 2:46pm, after I got home from school, everything changed. We were hit by a massive earthquake. I was terrified, so many thought were going through my head. I didn’t know if my friends and family were okay. I was leaning against the wall watching my cabinets open and cups fly out and picture frames fall and break. I could see the towers behind my house swaying back and forth as loud sirens went off all over the base. It was like this for 2 minutes. The longest and most terrifying 2 minutes of my life. Throughout the day there were many aftershocks. It felt like they were never going to end. Later that day a nuclear power plant exploded and the air was

We knew that we were racing against time. My husband turned the key and the motor started to sputter and shake. He flipped some switches and tinkered with the engine, but nothing seemed to be solving the problem. Since he couldn’t figure it out, there was no question about it. We had to hook up the water bike and tow the boat back to shore. It was like a tugboat pulling a battleship. Just as we started our journey, our luck went from bad to worse. The sky that had been picture perfect was quickly changing. The sun was now playing hide and seek in the clouds. The once large white, fluffy, pillow shaped clouds that occasionally blocked out the golden sun turned into dark gray ragged clouds. With that came plump missiles of mass destruction that pelted our tender sunburned skin. It felt like icy needles penetrating throughout our bodies. The gentle winds that once danced with our boat suddenly turned into a fierce hip- hop which sent us into an ocean of mountains of angry waves. The boat tossed and turned in the heavy swells. The waves lifted us up so high and then threw us back down, I thought for sure the boat would break into tiny pieces. With one final tug, we finally made it to the dock. However, the strength of the swell, sent us crashing into another boat. Just as we tied up, I noticed a young lady unconscious on the dock. Her friends were by her side. I shouted out "Did anyone call 911" they said that they did

I recall all of us marching up the stairs when we started hearing cracking and thumps from cabinets falling over. We started to call 911. They did not answer because they were getting millions of calls from other people. My parents suddenly said we needed to leave the house. So we all scrambled down the stairs to the front door, my mother and me were the last ones. However, the stairs were muggy from our shoes that were soaked in water. As I was climbing down the stairs, my feet slid out from under me and I fell on my back, which shot a pain all the way through my body. I could hardly manage to swallow without feeling pain. Nevertheless, I picked myself up and kept walking. As we, all stood by the front door the water had come up to our waists. My father told us to stand clear of the door because when he turned the knob it would sling open very fast from the force of the water. When he did turn the knob, he was correct and it whirled open very fast. From all the water that gushed in, the water level rose about one foot higher in seconds. With all this water, tons of debris floated around the

The water reaches my feet, so I stand up. I hope that the water stops before it goes over my waist, but it doesn’t. I know that there’s never been a tsunami this bad before. The water has to be over twenty-five feet now and I don’t even live next to the ocean. I live about forty miles from the nearest coastline. The tsunami had to have been massive and unlike anything we’ve ever seen before. I don’t know how this happened or how anyone will survive this. What if no one does survive? What if this is the end of the world?

During 2004, on December 26, a 9.1 magnitude quake tsunami struck Indonesia and Thailand, according to BBC News. A person by the name of Richard Lewis, is a son of an American missionary. Richard volunteered to help people in Aceh, Indonesia after the tsunami hit, in the year 2004, which is where he saw the true events that could happen from a tsunami. Later in life, Richard Lewis wrote the book The Killing Sea and wanted to demonstrate a powerful message: Enjoy everything you have now, because possibly one day, everything could be taken away. In The Killing Sea, on page 50, the book stated, “He brushed away the hair and rock back on his heels as Tjut Sari, the beauty of the photo copy shop, stared up at him, her black eyes no longer flashing.” Ruslan thought that Tjut Sari, the photocopy shop girl, was beautiful. In the earlier chapters of the book, it explains how Ruslan would always try to impress Tjut Sari in any way, even if he was just bringing in papers to copy. Now that the tsunami hit, and that killed Tjut Sari, Ruslan is never able to express his feelings towards this girl he liked. Ruslan never tried to make conversation with Tjut Sari, and he will never be able too in life, because she is dead. According to an article, called How Scientists and Victims Watched Helplessly, by Andrew C. Revkin, the article states “Kalandar Umma, a 60-year-old grandmother, was found clinging to the upper branches of a tree. She had no memory of the waves or how she got there.” Unfortunately, Kalendar Umma lost her memories on the events that have just occurred. If Kalandar had children, or family members, she will not remember these people that she lived the rest of her life with. Which brings in the message. Later on in life, possibly something bad can happen, and that happened to Kalander. Kalander lost her memory, and all the events that happened to her long ago, and probably forgotten forever. More importantly, Richard

When I awoke in the middle of the night I went outside on the ledge and looked along the shore, peaceful and quiet except for the small waves crashing ashore. As I turn my head to go back inside I saw an orange, red flare in the night sky. It was on the volcano! Magma was oozing out of it like an overflowing bath. I quickly ran inside and grabbed all my valuables and rushed out the door, I stole someone's canoe (I'm not sure who's). I then took my oar and pushed the boat out with a loud grunt. It let out a loud squeak as I hopped in, “I haven't been in one of these for months!” I thought to myself. It was shaking as if the earth was too, it was a struggle to get out in the water but I made it safe, all in one piece. It was dark and gloomy and the moment had a horrifying tone to it. I couldn't see past the surface of the water it seemed like I was on top of a layer of coal. I tried to sleep but the rocking of the boat was against that idea so I stayed awake and waited until morning. When the sun started to rise, a dark ashy cloud started to fill the sky, just as I thought it was over, the horrifying feeling struck again. The sky started lighting up and let out loud roars, lightning was upon us. Though it was morning, it felt like midnight, except, no moon, no light, nothing except me and my boat… That suddenly changed though, along with the roaring I started hearing cries of terror as flying cinders with a size ranging from pebbles to boulders started plunging into the water. It was hard to notice what was going on but I knew Vesuvius was erupting and people were dropping like flies. I tried to remain calm but it was a struggle. All of the sudden before I knew it I was knocked out by a cinder… When I awoke I was further out but I still had a small glimpse of Pompeii

I woke up early morning and turned on the TV. I could not see anything

The waves became higher and stronger. They started to pull my small body further and further in the sea away from the shoreline. They were not that peaceful as I thought. The beastly waves were endless; they were hitting my face and my little body from everywhere. I had my heart in my mouth. The waves were pulling my small fragile body to the deep-sea world. I was losing the ability to swim, and I started swallowing salty water that burned my throat (turned my throat on fire). I was weak as a kitten. No one could see me. I was struggling for my life. I was screaming and shouting for help but no one could hear me. I was in the middle of the empty. I watched in despair my life fading away from me. I was filled with dread because I was too small to die, and I wanted to see my family again. For a moment, I was convinced that I will not have the opportunity to discover the adventures of life. The sorrowful good-byes of life continued for several minutes before a lifeguard sent from heaven saved me. He put me on his shoulders, and swam all the way back to the shore. It took us few minutes to get there. When I saw my mom I hugged her and I started to bawl like a