Stories From Sandy
It was a cloudy Sunday morning. Sandy was on its way and the residents of Breezy Point were not going down without a fight. My family and I were preparing for a storm of a lifetime. We started to fill sand bags around 11 a.m. and by 2 p.m. we filled about 100 bags.
The next morning, Monday October 29th, water started to fill the streets around 8 a.m. It started slowly and then rushed down the street. W started to move the sand bags from the back of the house to the front to stop the water. It took only 15 minutes for the street to go from dry to about a foot high and going across the street.
At about 6:30 p.m., I was in my room, when there was a flash of light. Before I realized it, the power went out. I was soon left in a pitch black room with nothing to do. I then decided to go to bed.
I looked out the window several times. The scene was unbelievable. The streets turned into a roaring river that only the Mississippi can compare to. The streets carried multiple trashcans, patio furniture, wagons and other things that were left outside. I would never think Breezy Point would look like this.
Several minutes later, I heard bubbling. “What was that?” I asked myself. I soon found out that water was coming in the house. I looked down the stairs, saw water gushing out of the vents and spreading through the house.
I stayed cooped up in my room. Questions stirred in my mind. What will happen to me? What will happen to my family? What will happen to our house? Will I survive? Where will we live? Finally, after almost killing myself with questions, I went to sleep.
The next day, I saw my house. There were three and a half feet of water on the first floor. When the water poured out, it left everything soaking wet and a total mess. Legos, dirt, clothes, books and furniture were moved all over the house.
My family and I started to clean, but we barely made a dent. My dad, sister and I decided to take a walk around what was left of Breezy Point. After seeing the destruction of Breezy Point, we realized that we were lucky, very lucky!
The Breezy Point I came to know and love was almost unrecognizable. 133 homes burned down, and many more collapsed! One house was taken off its base and moved into the middle of the street! My neighbor’s house even had a deck from another house move to the front of his house. I never realized how much damage a hurricane can do!
We may have not won the battle, but we will win the war! Now, after the hurricane we will rebuild our strength. We will build bigger. We will build better. We will rebuild Breezy Point to a state of beauty and prosperity. Breezy Point will be rebuilt, and will be the best it ever was.