Poor Building, Left me to Leaving
February 19, 2010
On the date of June 4, 2009 I graduated from Alief Elsik High School in Houston, TX. And on August 29, 2005 hurricane Katrina struck New Orleans, LA, not knowing whether I would ever live in my hometown again, yet everything happens for a reason.
Prior to hurricane Katrina I had experienced many hurricanes and didn’t think much of natural disasters. Therefore, I and the remaining family left who didn’t evacuate, my grandmother, grandfather, great-uncle, and great-grandmother prepared for the storm just like any other removing our belonging in the danger of slight flood, cooking excessively to have food when stores are closed. Yet in all with all these procedures feeling like a norms something about this hurricane felt different to me but I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
As the hours to the storms landfall approaches my family members and I continue preparing to have projected scarce goods for awhile, cooking food, taking baths, and protecting our house. Forty-five minutes antecibal to the hurricanes landfall we all went rested and went to sleep, yet an hour and a half later the storm had woken us all up. With its gust of winds propelling nimbly we woke to initiate self-keeping of the house. Branches going through windows, windows uncannily quivering as if the house were swaying from left to right. Attending to every concern induced by hurricane Katrina we had become tiresome of performing these types of acts for almost four hours.
With the hurricane gradually simmering down we were able to relax a little more. Eating what we had prepared the night before, we listened to the radio for updates and information on how other parts of the city had been fairing. The damages then sustained by the hurricane were bad, but they were things that we’ve experienced before light flood damage, moderate wind damage. Due to the radios updates we...