I was 14 years old when Hurricane Katrina ravaged my city, flooded my house and forever changed my world.
Growing up in New Orleans, hurricane evacuations weren’t uncommon. Every few years, we’d find ourselves at the center of some distant storm’s projected path. We’d all pay extra close attention to the weather reports, and as a precaution, the mayor might issue a voluntary evacuation order. School was canceled, windows were boarded up and small bags were packed.
My family would always set off for Houston where, after spending 15 hours in bumper-to-bumper evacuation traffic, we’d stay for a few read more >>>
Source : HuffingtonPost.Com