Project 1 Revised

When I was about 14 years old it was said that a hurricane name Georges was going to hit the Virgin Islands. This was nothing new or of surprise because we experienced hurricanes all the time. It was all over the news, “Hurricane Georges heading toward the V.I. at a category two”. As usual everyone boarded up all their windows and doors. My family had tripled the work because my father owned apartments so he had to board those up as well. After a long night of waiting patiently for the storm, nothing came. Everyone was inflamed. The same day we took the boards off of all the windows of the apartments as well as the house. After a long days work we turned on the television and heard that the storm had turned around and would hit us in a couple of hours but this time as a category four.We quickly hurried back outside in fear because we had already packed away the boards. After we got them back out my father decided to do the apartments first because the house was stronger, by this time the wind had already began to get stronger. It was even harder than the first time because the force of the wind shifted the boards making them extremely difficult to screw down. When we got to the last apartment it had already began thunder, lightening, and rain. By the time we got back it was too, late leaving no time to put the boards on our house.My mother with furious but came to the conclusion that it would have been too dangerous to go outside and try to do it.By this time it was really bad, we were all huddled up in one room waiting for it to be over. After a while of creaking noises we suddenly heard a crash, we ran to see what was happening and realized that a piece of the neighbors’ roof flew straight into one of the windows in the house. A few moments later a gust of wind suddenly came through the window and suddenly peeled the roof off of our house. In fright and discomposure, we took some towels and sheets out of the closet and placed them on the floor sealing the room off preventing water from running all around the house. After that point we all found our self under the dining room table. After a long night of trying to keep calm and warm the storm was finally over. After my parents said it was safe we all went outside to see what it was like. I was shocked there were trees everywhere not to mentions peoples things like televisions, lamps, table, beds, dressing tables, microwaves, and everything you could think of. Shortly after we all got in the truck and drove to see the apartments. As we came closer I could see the fear in my parents eyes because there were trees on peoples car as well as telephone poles on others houses. When we got to the houses we were shocked and surprised to see that nothing happen to them when the house right next to it was practically gone, everyone was devastated. I even remember on the radio someone saying a rhyme that said, “Hurricane Georges came through the back door at a category four”. When we got back to our house my father, brother, and I quickly put a cover over the roof to prevent any further water damage while my mother and my sister got the inside of the house back in order. After a couple hard weeks of labor the roof was back on, and besides no current. Unlike everyone else our home was some what back to normal. This experience thought me never to take anything for granted, always be thankful. If you think you have it bad look at the person next to you and you will see that they will almost always have it worst than you. Also, if the person next to you is doing better than you never be jealous them because you never know what they had to go through to get where they are.