Personal Narrative: A Day In Nashville's Rain

Well the week of our trip to Memphis Tennessee had finally arrived ! My colleagues Beverly,

This year’s family vacation was one for the books. With my aunt living in Tennessee, we do not get together as often as we would like so my family decided to go to Nashville, Tennessee. When we started our trip, it was 6 a.m. and it was nothing short of fun and laughter along the way. Never having been to Tennessee before, I figured I’d enjoy the eight-hour ride of sight-seeing and laughter with my family. When we were a few miles into the trip, the mountains of Georgia were breathtaking. While I was enjoying the scenery, another thing that I found enjoyable about this trip was the conversation that I had with my family. We went on talking about life in general, all the struggles, and childhood memories that we had. We even talked about years

The 2010 flooding of the Cumberland river around the area of Nashville was the largest disaster in the immediate area. This disaster began 1-2 May 2010, when the largest rainfall on record hit the area. This caused the massive flooding, and left many without jobs, or homes. It also destroyed landmarks and attempted to take the soul of Nashville, the Grand Ole Opry. However, the city banded together, cleaned up, and moved forward. The area is now more prepared for any future flooding, and is a city on the rise.

Every single person has their own unique identity and culture.At first when I moved to Lafayette from my hometown it was like being a White Tiger around all regular tigers.I didn't really fit in and I kinda stood out because I wasn't from Lafayette.I moved to Lafayette from my hometown in the summer of 2015.My cultural identity fits me because of my accent.

It was the morning of August29,2005,as we sit in the fourth floor of the hospital room my mother is in, all of a sudden we hear heavy rain and powerful wind that was going about 140 miles per hour. We thought it might be a regular storm because it was already raining for hours , but then all the televisions and the phones and power all of a sudden go out and thats not normal at all. The nurses had to get all the "bed ridden" patients out the rooms and into the hallway as they are doing this the nurses got into panic mode.. and started DROPPING medication and giving patients medication they do not need.. and then it was this BIG striking that hit the side of the building and broke all the windows.. so then we where trying to make sure we didnt get hit by the glass.The nurses got out of luck and one screamed " We are going to die anyway", as soon as she said that everybody got out of hope and stopped trying to survive. Also after she said that one of the other nurses came and gave my mother a pill but I smacked it out her hand and told my mom she is not taking it. Over 3O patients that was there died and they demanded that all the visitors leave the hospital even though

A couple days ago the black blizzard started. A lot of people died from dust pneumonia and cattle die from to much dust. Now we are boarding up the house because dust is getting in. My Mom said we might move to california if something happens here. I hope we don't this is my home but i'd rather go to california than die here. We are always wearing wet cloths around our mouths and our noses so that way no dust can get inside of our mouths or nose.

I am Denise, and I peacefully reside in Columbus, Georgia I am married and have two daughters who have been a wonderful support in my ambition to obtain an MSW degree. I recently moved to Columbus, Georgia by way of Chattanooga, TN where I worked for a community based agency that provided services for the adult mental health. As a case worker, I traveled throughout the mountainous areas of Tennessee. also known as the Rolling Hills of Tennessee with san mountain and Lookout mountain being most commonly known for its steep twist and turns and where I conducted most of my visitations. In meeting individuals that resided in very rustic locations, I gained awareness of the lack of available resources for lower income individuals

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

It was the time my sister and I first got forced on the boat and away from our family in Africa. Three white men put chains around our legs and arms mostly dragging us across the dry sand, leaving cuts on our bare feet and ankles. The ship ride was a long 5 months from Cape Town, Africa to New Orleans, Louisiana.

It was November of 55’, me and Lee were headed to the gas station while bumping some Elvis. Now November in New Orleans is hurricane season, so our mothers were on full alert. We pulled into the gas station, Lee’s uncle worked there, so we normally just got our stuff for free. I loaded up on Mars bars, and Lee just talked to his uncle. See me and Lee were off to go shooting, Lee was the sharpest shooter one could ever meet. Down in the old mountain side we would park and set up shop. Having recently rained, the path there was awfully muddy so we decided just to grab our stuff and walk. On our way up to our spot we ran into our good friend Rafael while he was jogging. Rafael had never gone shooting, so we invited him along. Rafael turned out to be not much of a shooter, he said, “I’ll just stick with Lee for my safety”. We left, gave Rafael a ride home, and called it a day.

Thursday afternoon my teacher told us a storm was coming and we were probably gonna still go to school. The rain started pouring and it wouldn’t stop. It turned out that this storm was coming from Hurricane Harvey. Tons of water began to fill the streets in my neighborhood; I had never seen the water rise so high because of a storm. Friday night I received a video of my aunts house. Water entered her house flooding it up to her thighs, my baby cousins room was filled with dirty water. I was afraid for many reasons, this was happening to one of my family members. My aunt has a daughter that recently won a battle against cancer and the fact that dirty water got into her room scared me. She is only 3 and could easily get sick, but thank God my

People don't believe much anymore in warning dreams, fateful omens, prophesies and such-like. But just fifty years or so ago, along the Mississippi River of my youth, such notions were considered no more fanciful than believing in the wireless or the telephone today. Not everyone believed, of course: there were always those who judged such ideas to be nothing more than foolish superstitions.

It was a cold a wednesday morning, and Tyler went to start to his truck like usual. So

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

It is August 28, 2005. I am 11 years old. My mom and I are walking to the corner store to get candles for the House. It was the day before katrina made landfall and New Orleans was one of the cities that required mandatory evacuation. Were staying in the 7th ward off St. Anthony and North Rocheblave. As we were walking to the store a lot of people were sitting on their porches getting things ready for Katrina. Now a lot of older people that stayed in New Orleans 's felt like they could ride this storm out like they did Betsy which was around 1965. My Mom and I walked home after we came from the store and the wind started to pick up. We sat on the porch until it got dark because it felt so good outside. Eventually we went inside and began to watch the news. I had a Scooby doo bag that was reserved for all my emergency snacks. That was a epic fail because all I did was ask my older cousins if they wanted anything or I ate it myself. It was about 2:00 in the morning, My mom has come wake me up because the house was beginning to flood. It wasn 't a bad flood, but we had water in our house and it was up to my ankles. We moved to the back of the house where the water was less severe, and waited for a little while. Maybe like around 4:00 am things started to get really serious we heard water rushing in. If you have ever been to a water park and heard the sounds of the water swirling before you go into the slide that 's exactly what it sounded like.The water was cold and murky. It