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Personal Narrative Essay: Hurricane Katrina

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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. …show more content…

The flooded homes, scattered cars, and powerless streets drew the community together. I had never endured so much grief with a sense of togetherness as I did during this period. Somehow, the shattered world I was living in felt like more of a home than the one I know. While Mr. Moore distributed his collection of batteries to all in need, Mr. Quinn and Mr. Visnic cleared the road of tree branches so that Ms. Torello could move her car to safety. The Delises opened up their generator powered home, and provided a fresh deck of cards and beverages to all who came. The endless support of this community made a hard and unusual time pass with

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