We all remember the graphic scenes that unfolded before our eyes as New Orleans, and other areas of the Gulf Coast, suffered through Hurricane Katrina. Katrina was a massive storm, and in her fierce fury claimed hundreds of lives, and left thousands destroyed.
Residents of New Orleans fled Louisiana in search of shelter, and found themselves welcomed into the open, albeit hot and humid, arms of Southeast Texas. A mere three weeks later, their lives were uprooted once again, when Hurricane Rita pounded the Southeast Texas region. Most Southeast Texas residents heeded the warning from their neighbor state and evacuated, only to find themselves scurrying farther inland and still unable to escape Rita’s wrath.
That’s what my family did.
We evacuated to Northwest Louisiana, some 150 miles inland, only to find ourselves without electricity for a week, and surrounded by volunteer rescue workers. The storm we thought would surely pass, did in fact, hit us – straight on.
But, why bring this up now? Why talk about this almost two years after the fact?
Well, because little ole Hurricane Humberto blew through Texas earlier this week and took everyone by surprise. This isn’t proper Hurricane protocol. Hurricanes are supposed to sit and stew out in the ocean, inciting fear or tension into everyone along the coastlines, until it decides where it wants to go, how large it wants to become, and how fast it wants to spin.
Humberto! You didn’t play by the rules. You sneaked up on us, and one of my paesano is dead! And, that makes me sad.
Although this “little” hurricane didn’t cause the drama and devastation of its predecessors, and in fact, life is already back to normal in many areas of Southeast Texas, my heart goes out to those who lost their homes, their property, and the family members of the lone casualty of this unjust storm.