Personal Narrative: How Hurricane Katrina Changed My Life

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I remember it like it was yesterday, it was on August 29, 2005, the horrific monster Hurricane Katrina destroyed my hometown in New Orleans, Louisiana, losing everything I owned and loved. Hundreds of thousands of lives were changed forever, even mines in countless ways. Hundreds of people died, but even among survivors, a hand full lost all that was familiar. I have witnessed and experienced really grueling things that my eyes can’t get rid of. I've saw plenty of dead bodies floating in the disgusting toxic water, as we walked through the water to get to higher ground. We saw trees on top of the street wires, cars fill with water up to their roof tops, and watched people fight over food to survive, and my town was like a ghost town. I heard about elderly people dying in attics and hospitals believing that the world didn’t care as they slowly ran out of medication and oxygen. I saw sick babies and paraplegic living for five days outside in the hot weather, while gangs of armed youth’s violently terrorized filthy camps of society's most suffered and abandoned. These affected people were placed in the massive outdoors that was so…show more content…
Everything was different, I felt empty inside and lifeless, because it didn't feel like home. Through my years here I experienced denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. I have become to realize I had to accept what had happened and move on. But what got me to this realization are the ones that lost their lives due to this tragedy. They were the fuel that made me want to try life again. I remember my friends and I would always talk about being successful doctors in the world, and I know they won't get that chance with me, but I know that they would have wanted me to make our dreams come true. How dare I not make the best out of my life, because I know that others didn't get the chance to fulfill their
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