Natural disasters are meant to cause destruction and to break thing apart. Sometimes they end up bringing people together.
In September of 1996 Hurricane EssayFran swept through my town with the power of mother nature behind it all theway. Fran brought winds that reached speeds of close to 100 miles per hour,tornadoes, and golf ball sized hail. Needless to say that this storm did a lotof damage. All over the town people did not have any power, could not use theirwater. I remember how dark everything was without any light.Order now
I was scared butalso kind of excited because I had never been in a hurricane before. The thingthat scared me the most was the possibility that I would not have a house when Iwoke the next morning. As my family sat in the living room everything was silentexcept for the loud claps of thunder and the howling wind. I peered out of thewindow looking at the clouds speeding across the sky frequently being lit up bythe bright flashes of lightning. As I looked out the window I noticed that a 110foot tall poplar tree was slowly making its way down to my roof. I told mystep-dad about the tree and he decided it would be best if we did not stay inthe house.
So we made a break for our cars and drove to my step-dads shopwhich was only two miles away. The drive did not take two minutes, it seemedmore like ten because of the rain and wind we encountered while on the road. That night I could not sleep. I stayed up and watched the storm devastate thetown. I never in my life have ever seen such an example of raw natural power.
The storm seemed like a giant hand that just picked up objects and threw themacross the street, and took trees and bent them like they were no more than wetpasta noodles. Well that next morning is one I will not forget. I walked out thebuilding I was in to the sight of downed trees and power lines. I even saw carsthat were either spun around some how or just plain moved from where they werethe night before.
As I started the drive back to my house I decided to take thelong way so I could the damage the storm had caused. As I drove down highway 98all I could see were snapped trees, dangling telephone lines and debris layingall over the road. As I turned into my neighborhood it was to my amazement thatthe damage wasnt that bad. As I kept driving it seemed that every otherstreet looked like it got hit harder.
Eventually I got to my street, and withouta doubt it was the worse one out of the entire neighborhood. There was nopavement to be seen on my street because it was covered in a blanket of leavesand wood. I just sat in my truck at the stop sign and looked out my window inshock with my jaw in my lap. I turned onto the street and pulled up to my house. This time my jaw hit the floor. The only part of my house I could see was theroof, which had a tree laying on top of it.
The rest of my yard had been coveredin downed trees laying on top of each other. From what I heard a tornado jumpedaround my neighborhood but it seemed to like my part a little bit more. Afterthe shock of what happened started to go away, my family and I started the cleanup project. We gathered some axes and a chainsaw to cut the trees away from myhouse.
After about a couple of hours or so we looked at the mess once again andit seemed as if we didn’t cut one piece of wood. That is when it happened. People from my street started walking up with every ax and chainsaw there wasavailable. We looked like a bunch of lumberjacks going to town on a forest. Weworked on that wood through the whole morning and almost the whole afternoon.
Once all the trees were cut and moved in pile to be picked up everyone stood inthe road to see the accomplishment we achieved working as one. Strangely enoughwe still couldn’t see the house .