The roar of the one-hundred and forty miles per hour wind shook our house. All I could hear was the creaking and cracking of the walls and floorboards in our kitchen.
“Grab anything you can!” my mom yells worriedly.
The lights flickered on and off as the storm water slowly but steadily seeped into our small, single story home. I held the flashlight as my mom and dad quickly grabbed food and water out of the cabinet.
“Eddy, keep the light on the cabinet!” Yells my dad.
The murky water was up past our ankles, submerging our torn sneakers. Dad opened the door and brought down the ladder to the attic. He helped my little sister, Suzy, up the ladder and started to go up himself.
“Let’s go!” He yells to my mom, “We need to go!”
She grabs …show more content…
I felt water sloshing onto my feet. I heard my parents and sister talking worriedly. I shoot up and see my dad with an axe, ready to cut through the roof just to get out of the infectious flood waters. My mom holds my sister as we watch him start to cut his way through. He makes a big enough hole and punches out the last of the wood blocking us from leaving. My mom starts to sob. She climbs up onto the roof and helps hoist my sister and I up. Dad makes sure we bring everything we need, he says we’d be there for a while. We bring some of our dearest photos, our lantern, and a container of water.
Only from the rooftop is where you can get a sense of the damage that the storm caused. I looked out and saw downed power lines, floating road signs, children’s toys, all floating away in the immense flood. Houses were ripped from their foundation and floated away. I hoped it wouldn’t happen to ours. A lost and lonely dog swims next to our rooftop. It truly felt like the end of the world. I couldn’t believe it. The water was only about half of a foot below our roof. I laid myself down on the uncomfortable shingles and tried to nap to pass the time some more, when overhead we heard a promising noise. A helicopter.
“Right Here!” “Right Here!” “We’re right here!”, we yelled …show more content…
Over one thousand people didn’t. To this day, I still have nightmares about the dead body and all of the suffering. I still remember every moment. I never learned the names of our rescuers, but I want to thank them, and everyone else who worked to save people during Katrina. After the floodwaters went away, we returned to our old house. It was completely destroyed. Right now, we are rebuilding it. It’s hard work but we are determined to bounce back right to where we were. If I learned one thing from Hurricane Katrina, it’s that you never realize how much you have until it’s
“Grab anything you can!” my mom yells worriedly.
The lights flickered on and off as the storm water slowly but steadily seeped into our small, single story home. I held the flashlight as my mom and dad quickly grabbed food and water out of the cabinet.
“Eddy, keep the light on the cabinet!” Yells my dad.
The murky water was up past our ankles, submerging our torn sneakers. Dad opened the door and brought down the ladder to the attic. He helped my little sister, Suzy, up the ladder and started to go up himself.
“Let’s go!” He yells to my mom, “We need to go!”
She grabs …show more content…
I felt water sloshing onto my feet. I heard my parents and sister talking worriedly. I shoot up and see my dad with an axe, ready to cut through the roof just to get out of the infectious flood waters. My mom holds my sister as we watch him start to cut his way through. He makes a big enough hole and punches out the last of the wood blocking us from leaving. My mom starts to sob. She climbs up onto the roof and helps hoist my sister and I up. Dad makes sure we bring everything we need, he says we’d be there for a while. We bring some of our dearest photos, our lantern, and a container of water.
Only from the rooftop is where you can get a sense of the damage that the storm caused. I looked out and saw downed power lines, floating road signs, children’s toys, all floating away in the immense flood. Houses were ripped from their foundation and floated away. I hoped it wouldn’t happen to ours. A lost and lonely dog swims next to our rooftop. It truly felt like the end of the world. I couldn’t believe it. The water was only about half of a foot below our roof. I laid myself down on the uncomfortable shingles and tried to nap to pass the time some more, when overhead we heard a promising noise. A helicopter.
“Right Here!” “Right Here!” “We’re right here!”, we yelled …show more content…
Over one thousand people didn’t. To this day, I still have nightmares about the dead body and all of the suffering. I still remember every moment. I never learned the names of our rescuers, but I want to thank them, and everyone else who worked to save people during Katrina. After the floodwaters went away, we returned to our old house. It was completely destroyed. Right now, we are rebuilding it. It’s hard work but we are determined to bounce back right to where we were. If I learned one thing from Hurricane Katrina, it’s that you never realize how much you have until it’s