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Journal Entry on Hurricane Sandy, by Kurt Holuba


“The water is coming!” shrieked my mother as I rubbed my eyes drowsily on a boisterous Monday morning.  I slid my feet into a pair of slippers and slowly slithered into the kitchen, having no idea as to what I was about to see. As I peered through my kitchen window, destruction stood before me.  The creek in our backyard had already washed away stone bridge that had stood over it for 25 years.  Trees were uprooted in ways that I had previously not thought possible.  The water was creeping eerily closer to our house, leaving my mother hysterical.  Hurricane Sandy had made landfall.  Knowing that our electricity would soon be disabled, I scrambled back upstairs to take one last shower before I would lose running water altogether.  After preparing myself, the moment had finally arrived and the entire house went dark.   My mother and I watched the storm wreak its havoc on our property until the sun had set.  Then, having no electricity, I foraged for snacks and fruits that could substitute as a dinner.  I was lucky enough to find a box of cereal, some bananas, and a bag of chips to sustain me for the night.  Finding a source of entertainment, however, proved to be much more challenging than finding food.  Having only my mother to keep me company by candlelight, we played every board game, card game, and trivia game we could possibly think of until we ran out of patience and retired to bed.  However, I will remember that night for the rest of my life.  I recall my thoughts as I lay in bed, listening to the ferocious wind pull down tree after tree outside my bedroom.  I was praying that God would protect me, my mother, and my house from to the storm.  After closing my eyes and pressing a pillow over my ears to muffle the ominous sounds of falling trees, I fell into a deep slumber.

As I awoke the next morning, I could feel the destruction that Hurricane Sandy had left.  Unlike the morning before, I sprang from my bed and rushed downstairs to observe the toll that the storm had taken on our property.  My mother paced our kitchen, arguing with tree service companies and insurance companies on the phone all morning.  I unlocked the front door and took my first steps outside, expecting the worst.  In total, sixteen trees were brought down on our property, including three across our driveway, effectively barricading any escape route from our home.  The sheer thought of the amount of force Mother Nature commands made me shiver and brought about an entirely new respect for the world and what it is capable of.

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