1) Please share an experience of a traumatic event or dynamic that you, or someone else, experienced. Last year my uncle died of cancer. The past couple of years he has been battling cancer, it was tough to see him go but I’m glad he’s not suffering anymore.
I would stock up on food and water, i have no idea how long this will last. Gathering as much food and water as I can. Surviving will be my number 1 priority. Next I will try and find a car, i need some sort of transportation. I think in a situation like this I would survive.
Hurricane Katrina, the most tragic, damaging, and catastrophic hurricane to make landfall in America. Just about every single hurricane damages and rips apart cities when they make landfall. One of the most damaging natural disasters on Earth. Hurricane Katrina was considered, “The Worst of All Time”. In I Survived Hurricane Katrina, 2005, by Lauren Tarshis, the book, characters, and plot show how Hurricane Katrina affected and impacted the world, the community of New Orleans, and how rescue efforts went into place to save the city.
I was born in New Orleans, but raised in Brooklyn. For several reasons my parents decided to leave NOLA shorty after my birth. From then on, I was raised in New York state; more specifically Brooklyn. It wasn't until the age of sixteen that I finally returned to my home city. My parents had just divorced and for that reason, my mother no longer wished to stay in New York.
I was born on November 8, 2001, one month and twenty-seven days after 9/11. This left a cloud of ignorance over my head, and for that, I would like to apologize. Growing up post-9/11 meant that I only heard the word Muslim attached to the word terrorist. Muslim was the butt of a joke that I did not understand but yet I felt that I was able to make this joke. I was in fourth grade the first time I had was taught that a Muslim was not a something bad.
It had been three years since the Dust Bowl Drought started and it was really affecting my family. My mom, Laurie had to really work hard to support the family and help to play for house repairs that we needed after all of the storms hit. My father, Jonathan worked on the farm right behind our house to try to keep me, mom, and him fed. It was 3:00 I had just got home from school and my parents were still working. I walked inside to see what was cooking, dad had chicken pot pie in the oven.
In August of 2011 I found out that my mother had breast cancer. She and my father sat my older brother and I down and broke the news to us. I was stunned, shocked, fearful, and confused all at the same time. I was only in the eighth grade, so I did not completely understand all the ramifications this would bring to my family and me however, I did understand that word…. Cancer.
In August of 2005 we had a major hurricane named Katrina. It came and destroyed our city. It was the most devastating time ever. Our city hasn’t been the same since due to the flooding and wind damages that occurred. There are still a lot of homes that haven’t been repaired.
The Galveston Hurricane hit close to home for me. I have not lived in Texas all of my life. I am a part of a military family, therefore, have moved around my whole life. One state I lived in was Florida. I connect to the lives of those who lost homes and family because I have been a part of that.
When I was growing up, I experienced many hardships that most people don 't endure. I grew up in the city of Phoenix, Arizona with little to nothing. I had one little sister and an older sister and brother. Even though I was young I knew how difficult my parents had it. My mom worked three jobs and my dad worked in construction just to barely support us.
Exactly one year ago today, I saw something mind blowing, but not in a good way. At first is was light snow falling down, everyone got out of their pods to look at the beautiful sight. Then all of a sudden tiny bits of razor sharp ice started falling, slowly starting to to grow in a few minutes to full on icicles. Mahem was all around me and I specifically remember my family and Nola’s family covering their head and running to Nola’s parent
Between 1976 and 1977, the Metro Detroit area was gripped with fear due to the Oakland County Child Killer case. At least four children were killed, and local area residents are still trying to get a resolution for these unsolved child murders in Michigan. Also known as the Babysitter Killer, there are many people who believe that Chris Busch was the Oakland County Child Killer. Unfortunately, despite a lot of notable evidence and a large public outcry, the police never got past the initial questioning phase with any of the suspects. The families of the murdered children have been waiting for one major question to be answered for 40 years: if it wasn't Busch, who was the Oakland County Child Killer, and why hasn't he or she been caught?
Friday, April 19, 2013, took place when I was in fifth grade, a month away from leaving the elementary school I had grown to love. I woke up later than normal because I had an operation scheduled for my knee, for it had loose ligaments that caused the kneecap to slip out of place. The first time that my kneecap popped out of joint took place when I stepped down the stairs at my grandma’s house on a cold November night. From that point on, I had to be extra careful in gym class. One time I ended up kicking a ball in Big Base and fell down because my knee had popped.
When Hurricane Katrina came, I was eight years of age and was in the third grade. I was told during school and at home that a hurricane was coming, but I never thought that it was going to be that bad. The day the hurricane came I was still in the city of New Orleans; but the night before, my family went to a bed and breakfast that was located somewhere in the French Quarters. We were in the room that was all the way at the top of the building that had excess to the rooftop to see the overview of the city. As it rained and rained, I never really knew what else was going on throughout the city.
In my brief life, I have overcome a lot of adversity. My mom fled Mexico with her three young children to escape domestic violence. When we came to this country we had only a few personal belongings and the promise of a better future. We came to this country and lived in a small trailer with no toilet other than a bucket, and no shower except for the one that was lent to us from the kindness of a stranger, our new neighbor. As a single parent, my mother had to work day and night to support us.
