The petrifying screeches of the sirens still haunt me to this day. When reminded of the things that could have happened, my mind automatically shuts down. The possibilities of what could have gone worse are never ending. On April 28, 2014, my house was obliterated by a tornado and my entire family was inside of it. The morning of the tornado was just like any other day. The dreadful school day commenced and all was well until rumors of a tornado whispered through the halls. Everyone was confused as to how there could be thoughts of a tornado because it looked like the perfect spring day outside. The breeze was effortless, and the sun was warming the earth with its rays. That’s when the schools started to release for the day. No school? How …show more content…
My nanny picked me up from school, and we went home to play with my little brother in the front yard. By this point, our parents had come home but wanted our nanny to stay just in case something did happen because she lived in the top floor of an apartment complex. Then the sirens went off. Fear and confusion covered our faces as we went inside to turn on the weather channel. Matt Laubhan was on the television announcing that everyone needed to get to their safe place. We were all still very confused considering there was not a cloud in sight. My mom, being the rule follower that she is, forced us all to get in our pantry. At the time, the house we lived in was not equipped with the safest places in the world. In other words, one side of our house comprised of all glass doors that lined the whole side of the house. Inside of our pantry, my grandmother, sister, …show more content…
As he was running back inside, he could not get to the pantry in time to shut the door before debris was already making its entrance. A pan that came from our cabinet prohibited him from shutting the door. Everything had suddenly gone dark because of the power going out. Then the roof was ripped off like a child playing with legos had decided to take it off. In that moment, my thoughts were going wild because ,if the roof had come off, that meant that my room was gone as well. The four minutes that the tornado hovered over my house seemed like an eternity. When all was calm, my step dad decided that he would go out first to ensure the safety of the rest of the family. The pantry that we had taken shelter in was right next to our garage, and that was the best way of exiting our house at that point. So, he went out into the garage and screamed. We were all so afraid that he had stepped on something or something tragic had happened. He was so frightened by the scenery of our crumpled garage doors and huge oak trees laying in our yard. He pried the garage door up as best he could and then yelled for us to follow. At this point, we all had some sort of glass or debris in our feet so, we slowly made our way out of the house, cringing with every step. Luckily, we lived off of Gloster Street so that made it pretty easy to find help to somewhere safe. We ended up staying with Dr. Harrison and his family back in our old
Months later, I woke up and walked down stairs to make my oats. I walked downstairs and was looking for my Father. I looked everywhere in the house before I noticed he was no-where to be found. Then I walked into the living room and saw my Mother. She was hysterical. Tears were running down her cheek like the Mississippi flowed into the Gulf of Mexico.
About a week later a tornado razed a better part of North Houston. It brought rain. It brought hail. It upended cars; it flooded houses. And in its trail it left fallen branches and trees, and removed, in whole, one tiny tomato-onion-potato-and-green-bean garden located behind my garage.
rainstorm, and was positive one was coming. The wind started to howl, so strong that it
Thunder rolled intensely outside, my aunt, mother, sister and I were sat calmly in the basement. We had been through this many times before; I mean afterall, Kansas was part of Tornado Alley. 2. My sister and I were young when this happened, her probably four or five, me about eight. 3. Before we had even started driving to my aunt’s house; since she’s the only one with a basement; my sister and I were complaining about being hungry. 4. Mom said she would get us something to eat soon, but then the sirens started blaring. 5. She called my aunt and told her we would be over in about ten minutes. 6. Me and my sister continued to complain about being hungry because, we always had to get what we wanted. 7. So my mom stopped at McDonald’s and got us some food. 8. After we were almost five minutes later than we said we would be my aunt panicked. 9. Jenny, my aunt, was calling like crazy. 10. When we finally got to her house she lectured my mom about how it wasn’t safe to have us out there like that with a tornado in the area. 11.Afterwards, we all sat on the porch and watched the storm. 12. That’s my favorite memory with my family, and it’s one I’ll never forget.
Even though I wasn’t expecting a very severe hurricane, my parents still prepared for the worst. They requested me to come home and stay even though many of my friends were still on campus. I figured being with my family during this difficult time would make the most sense. When the hurricane hit initially we did not lose any electricity even though many families around us did. My sister and I decided to end our boredom by watching random television shows, and just as we found something that interested us, the power went out. We were hoping it was just a quick power shortage, and that the power would be back within the hour. We were in for a big surprise. We did not have warm water or power for five days.
In August 2005, at the tender age of 7, I received the most devastating news. I was told by my family that a hurricane was coming to my city, New Orleans, Louisiana. Because of this storm, Hurricane Katrina, I was told that I would most likely have to move away for a long time, meaning the rest of my life. My family and I lost everything, and the hurricane ended up destroying the entire city completely. This was heartbreaking to me for a plethora of reasons, including that I lost loved ones and was separated from the rest of my family at such an early age. This ravaging storm marked the most drastic change of my life.
We drove for what felt like forever; Traffic was backed up for hours and it took us twice as long to get to a safe place than normal. We finally ended up in Arkansas and found a safe hotel. On August 29, 2005 the category 5 hurricane hit my hometown. I remember sitting on the hotel bed helplessly watching the news as the hurricane was taking place; all I could think about was if my dad and grandpa were ok. I was finally able to talk to my dad on the phone for a little while, and I can remember hearing the howling of the wind, and the claps of thunder and lightning in the background. I was terrified of what was going to happen; thinking back now I wish I would have never known. A couple of days passed and on August 31, 2005 we decided it was time to come home, and prepare ourselves for the damage done and the long road to
I tried to start the car but it wouldn’t work. I turned my head again
It was about 1:30am and the only people in the Emergency Waiting Room were my mother and I and a couple that looked like they had been there for a while. I sat there staring at the walls that resembled a jail cell for what felt like hours. And that was the particular moment that I realized the channel had been switched forever. I had gone from a girl who had never lost a loved one to a girl who had almost lost her only sister. All I could think of was all of the “what ifs?” What if I had already gone to bed and no one in my family woke up to the answering machine? What if that man didn’t work a late night and someone else with bad intentions got to her first? What if she had been driving a little faster and got knocked unconscious when that deer jumped in front of her car? What if she never woke
The Ebb and Flow of Power Modernists believe that power is a held within a certain class and they are exclusive to it. Postmodernists, however, argue that power is no longer a possession and to continue to believe that power can be owned would be irrational. Power may not be a physical or actual possession but currency is. Power may come in different forms but it remains sadly and primarily in the hands of the wealthy. At this period of time, our society and government are still living a Modernist lifestyle of believing that the ability to possess power is real and can only be obtained by the affluent social class.
The time I saved someone from a natural disaster is when I rested alone in my house watching the storm. A tornado came to Georgia and it wasn’t pretty at all, outside it became humid and cold at the same time like being in a cold pool in a hot sunny day! The smell of rain filled the air and a little rain started poking through my roof, it happens all the time but this time it rained down more than usual. It continued to be destructive due to the tornado has been lasting for 3 hours! Homes were falling apart, buildings were shaking, and trees were waving. People were probably buried under their houses from the falling trees, plus all schools and businesses were out 4 days before the storm.
I was in the seventh grade when it happened, I did not know who to turn to or who I would tell all I knew was I needed to escape. I felt that the world was crumbling in front of my eyes and I could not do anything about it. I kept looking for a way out someone to blame but who would I blame when the enemy was the person staring back at me in the mirror. At the time I did not know what was going on but soon realized I was having a panic attack.
There we all stand waiting in expectation and just being. My thoughts are changing from one moment to the next. We may be standing in the classroom concentrating on the camera, but so much more is going on inside our heads. I know that we are all wondering exactly what the weather will be like outside. The stupid weather is like a child and can’t make up its mind to be good or bad. Secretly we all pray for the best and anticipating what the shouts from our section of the bleachers will sound like. Amber knows who’s going to be sitting in her section. The smart girl, Ann, thinks her family will be there and is excited to...
I can clearly remember being in the car on a humid day with a little overcast. We were driving in the car when all of a sudden the wind started to pick up and it started raining a bit. Within five minutes, the weather progressed and there was so much wind blowing around the car that we could no longer hear the radio. I can remember when I saw a stop sign spinning in circles like a “merry-go-round'; with electrical problems. I do not remember how my mother got us home so quickly and where we were because all around us was a thick gray fog. However, all I can recall from that point on was sitting with my head in my lap in the back seat of the car. I never witnessed the true power of nature until this incident.
Suddenly, I snapped awake. It really was the day of my party, and it really was pouring down rain outside. I trudged out of my room and had breakfast, all the while staring gloomily at the storm raging outside.