Reflection Paper On Hurricanes

Hurricanes are funny. Hurricanes are a joke. I grew up hearing the stories from my mother and grandmother about Betsie and Camila. Each time my mother would speak of the Hurricane a tear would enter her eyes the sound of a lump entering her throat as she spoke about the devastation. I remember it like it was yesterday she said, the hurricanes that would change their lives. She spoke of how the levees broke filling homes and streets with flood water. During the hurricanes homes were destroyed, family displaced and people died. Betsie and Camila where category 5 hurricanes. If New Orleans was ever to experience a hurricane of that magnitude, then New Orleans would be destroyed. Whenever a hurricane would enter the Gulf of Mexico, I would see the look of worry covering her face. I could never

I thought as most of my other family and friends lucky us lucky New Orleans never in my lifetime will the Hurricane make landfall and destroy my wonderful home.

I watched the news that morning a caption reads “Hurricane Katrina may enter the Gulf of Mexico by the end of the week”. I thought to myself, maybe I should stop to purchase water and food. When the rain starts, I don’t want to travel with my little one to the store. If you have lived in New Orleans all your life you understand that preparing for a storm is a most. However, most times it become irrelevant as the storm never cause much damage. A bit of water here and there, a small amount of flooding, but never in my lifetime have I experience the destruction that my mother had spoken of.

Later that week I stayed tuned to the weather just in case I need some extra supplies. I will purchase some candles just in case the lights go out. I spoke with my husband about purchasing a few sandbags just in case the water began to rise. We thought no need to get on the road, no need to travel, we will be just fine staying at