In The Horror Of Hurricane Katrina
In The Horror Of Hurricane Katrina
August 20 Friday, 2010.
She was a nightmare hurricane. I new she was hell coming our way. When she destroyed New Orleans, and hundreds of thousands of homes, and killed over a thousand people , and forced people to live in miserable conditions, I knew that there would be suffering to come.
In no way did I suffer as much as others did. I heard about a police officer, one of my many brothers of law enforcement killed himself . I heard he could not bear to see stranded animals and pets that had no place to go. I can only imagine how awful his heart must have heart. Men can only take so much. May the Lord In Heaven have mercy on his soul, and the creatures he loved .
I sent Joann and Becky away to her brother's home. His house is made of brick. We live in a mobile home. I should have bought a brick home for my family long ago. We were too much in a hurry to have our own place to live that we had bought a conveniently fast Mobile Home, the biggest mistake of my life.
All I did was work. I never even had time to do anything other than work. I told Joann to take Becky and leave and to go and stay with her brother. She did not want to go. I told her that the mobile home might become our coffin if we stay in it when Hurricane Katrina hits us.
I loved my family, but I loved God's little creatures too. Our cats were part of our lives. Our cat Whitey was blind in one eye and very old. He slept with me next to my heart for fourteen years.
Whitey was like a little baby that cuddled next to my heart. I could not leave the animals. If necessary I would try to gather them up and bring them next door to mom's wooden house. There we could get more cover in and emergency. I also knew all electric would go out and somehow that would be a disaster when the heat would come.
I sat in a folding chair and held a piece of cardboard in my left hand for two or three days. The storm itself was like hell's fury. It ripped my door open about ten times. I had to tie the door down and block it.
The wind raced around our mobile home. It whistled with fury. My cat stretched his neck and looked around with his one eye. My brave little Whitey, was just a cat , but in heart he was a brave knight with a heart as bold as Sir Lance a lot.
The storm destroyed our gift shop. I had built it myself. It destroyed trees, and totally ruined our place to where I am still trying to move broken limbs after all these years. Trees went down like match sticks.
The hell came when Katrina left because the Southern heat came in like a fiery horror. I hate sticky sweat on my flesh. I hate feeling nasty in my own sweat and slimy body fluids.
I love soap and water and the wonderful feeling of being clean and refreshed. However I would not enjoy that pleasure for days. The cats began to breath hard with their mouths open. They were lying down.
I could see that little Whitey was having a really rough time with the heat. I went and got him some water that was not cold. Cold water would have been a luxury.
I sat in a chair and when it was time to eat I ate out of cans. My high blood pressure would almost kill me. I kept on fanning myself with my hands using a piece of cardboard all during the days and nights in the miserable scorching hell fire of Satan's monster. The fury of the hottest summer heat and stinking humidity did damn human kind.
The horrid heat is what killed many souls. I saw a person sitting in a wheelchair. He was covered by a sheet , and quite dead. The poor soul was ill and Katrina took him to his grave.
I sat in my chair. Sometimes my mind would float. Sometimes my consciousness just faded away in my delirious loss of mind. Often I would almost fall out of my chair onto the floor. How I managed to stay alive only God knows.
The delirium felt actually so so relaxing. It was like floating away from my body at times. I would wake up reaching in the air for God only knows what.
Something was going on in me that was quite awful. I managed to look in the mirror and saw that my back was covered with very large black circles. Something weird was happening to me.
I did not leave our little animals. I took the best care of them I could until I could not hardly walk. The delirious feeling felt so good, like a break from the monster heat.
When Joann came home I was still sitting in my chair. I told her that Whitey was very sick and he needed cold water.
Joann picked up Whitey and carried him onto our porch and wiped his face with a cool wet rag. The poor little cat appreciated Joann's sweet love.
We had no ice. Joann and Becky came home a bit early. I told them they should have stayed away a while longer. Joann brought me some water and helped me to get up out of my chair.
I told Joann to get me my crutches. She said, "Where are you going."
I told her I was going to take a walk. I grabbed a folding chair, sat in it and wrote the word's HELP on a card board box.
People on the highway eventually stopped to help. Some went to pick up ice and lots of water for us. I told firefighters that my family needed ice, that our Becky would have to have ice and cold water to keep the heat from getting the best of her and Joann.
A very nice family brought us a lot of ice. If I would have had a million dollars I would have given it to them.
Joann was surprised when she saw all the people bringing ice and water and even food. She asked me what in the world was I doing.
When I was delirious I would try to listen to the radio. I had a small radio with batteries. There was one radio announcer who was rude as hell with people that needed help. I had a lot of choice words for that creep.
While I was sitting down with my help sign I told everyone about the announcer and what kind of worthless piece of garbage he was. I told the people to send the scum bag a message from me. Tell him that he is a disgrace to humanity. Tell him I would like to tell him what I think of him.
Cops, firefighters, a lot of people listened to me as I unloaded a lot of frustration over that low life radio announcer.
When the electric came back on , our air conditioners felt like Heaven. Cool air felt so darn good. When I turned on the television and saw what happened to so many people it just broke me down. So many people suffered and for so long. Thousands of people fought and suffered the terrible heat without homes. Many people just lost everything in their lives. A lot of elderly people died. A lot of young people died. States had destruction. Mississippi, Louisiana, parts of other states.
I have been through so many hurricanes it is not funny. When I was a youngster, my dad and I were sitting on a sofa as a hurricane almost lifted our house. I do not remember which hurricane that was because they were all bad.
God Bless Everyone.