Personal Narrative: Hurricane Katrina

During Hurricane Katrina, my family and I had to evacuate from Louisiana and leave our home and belongings behind. As a child, I did not understand the actuality of the situation before us. I can clearly remember the day that they called a mandatory evacuation on Port Sulphur and my mom frantically packed as many photographs and important memorabilia as she could. My grandparents and other family members also had to evacuate from New Orleans. Seeing my dad board up all of the windows to try and keep the water from getting inside our house during the storm was the most frightening part for me. Our plan was to go and stay with my Uncle and Aunt in Tyler, Texas and eventually return home. What unfolded those next few weeks can only be described as unimaginable.

When I went to sleep I had no Idea I was going to wake up to a huge storm as I got out of bed I saw that my tree was on the ground it looked like a never tried to chew it down to make a dam. That's when I turned on the news and saw that there was a hurricane.

Imagine just coming back from evacuation to your house looking great on the outside but when you walk in it is a horror. When hurricane Katrina was on her way here, my family and I evacuated to Chattanooga, Tennessee, which only took about a good eight hours, but with traffic it took about twelve. Once we were cleared to go home we came back, which thankfully only took about ten hours. I will be writing about how after Katrina my family and I had to stay in one house for about a week and a half.

I am located in Tallahassee a terrible hurricane recently passed thru when it did it knocked power out all over the city I was without power for over a week as well as cable so I was unable to complete assignmentsy phone was dead and on top of that a tree fell on my car so I was unable to charge my phone to get in contact with anybody.

At five years old, I remember the catastrophic event that Louisianans know as Hurricane Katrina. Since I was so young at the time, it was important to get a perspective from my mom who had a better understanding of what was going on. As we talked, it opened my eyes to the struggles my family faced during that pause in time. Before the hurricane hit, my mom decided that it would be best for my siblings and me to stay in town with our great-grandmother who was because of her age. My aunt who had just graduated high school stayed with us as well. As the storm progressed, my mom witnessed trees fall from heavy winds and an electrical box spark fire. She mentioned the fear of not knowing what to expect was prevalent throughout the days of Katrina.

This hurricane that’s going down the coast, has demolished two towns. They weren’t small towns, either. We’ve had so many people calling because of a fire, we’re running out of firetrucks and firefighters! It’s not ending, either. This storm...right now, it’s a Category 4, and it’s headed directly up the coast toward Northern California, where we are. We’re going to have to devote our lives to saving these people, and I’m quite uneasy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m ready, but...I’m afraid. I can’t be scared, though. I have to prevent wildfires, stop buildings from burning, and save people who are trapped. I have to do it. And I

Not one in the literal sense, but everyone has some kind of tornado in their life, something that comes and shakes everything up. It just so happens that mine came as, what I thought at the time, was an actual tornado. As it turns out, my eleven year old brain just decided to exaggerate the true circumstances.

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.

I wanted to tell my story about the traumatic experience that took place on October 30th, 2014. I had to face an obstacle that I thought was impossible. I soon found out it was not impossible but that it was possible just not going to be an easy task.

Katrina had heard this entire speech before, courtesy of Nicole Ellis (and more recently Michael Rodriguez), and her mind automatically began to tune the doctor out. It was all too familiar, and she could almost hear the voice of her mother on the phone the night before. The warm chocolate of Katrina's eyes turned steely as Dr. Miller spoke, and she adjusted herself on the couch, picking her feet up and tucking them underneath to half-sit, half-lay on her side on the plush surface. "If I wasn't driven by my own passion, I wouldn't be sitting here right now. If I didn't care, I probably wouldn't even have come." Her voice was still the same neutral tone that

Almost two months ago, I gained a greater understanding of why my children and I needed to return to America. I gained clarity on why I needed to be positioned here at this time.

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

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