As I make preparations for the impending arrival of our first major hurricane of the season, I realize how much of a difference two years can make.
Florida is known for its hurricanes.
Hurricane Irma was an indescribable storm that hit the West Coast of Florida causing some extremely damaging destruction. Our home, which is up to disaster code, had a tremendous amount of damage. Roof shingles peeled off like paper, screens were torn off of the lanai, leaves plus debris from trees scattered in every corner of our property, leaks from the roof peeling caused inside ceiling issues, the garage door bent and there was no water or electricity for days.
The news programs advised before the storm to prepare with supplies of water, medications, flashlights, batteries, can foods, a battery-powered radio, barbecue LP tanks filled, gas in your car and a plastic bag with important insurance and homeowner papers. It was recommended that bathtubs be filled with water to flush toilets.
But, was it enough?
We thought so but as the announcements about storm surges commenced I began to panic. The doom of our home being overtaken by huge waves was frightening. Since I’m a non-swimmer, I was concerned about the surges. I began to have a panic attack because of the stress. We decided to forego staying at home and opted to go to a shelter.
Northport High School was one of the places being used for shelter. The school was a year old. It had state of the art construction built into it for hurricane safety.
The line was long and parking a disaster. I stood in line with our cat, in his carrier, while my husband parked the car.
A man came up to me and asked, “Is this your cat?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Just then, my hubby came up to us and asked, what was wrong?”
He was told, “Please bring your cat and come with me.”
I stayed in line. When I reached the door a national guard soldier turned to the person after me away and said, “Sorry, there’s no more room.”
He closed the door behind me. I told him my husband went with a man and our cat somewhere. He signaled me to move forward.
In front of me was a non-english speaking woman. She was being told by the check-in staff person to try to find another shelter since this one was filled to capacity. Waving her hands, she gestured she couldn’t understand. Eventually, someone translated. And, off she went wailing as she left.
She was telling me the same info she just told the woman in front of me.
My husband heard her as he approached me. He asked if there was another shelter.
She said, “No, they’re all full to capacity.”
I felt both relief and fear all at once. Where would we go?
My husband said, “It’s time to go home and hope for the best.”
He asked the staff member, “Could I go and get our cat from the pet area?”
“You have a pet in the pet area?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Then, here is the room where you’ll be able to stay.”
We were stunned. Had our cat gotten us into the shelter?
It turns out, he did.
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Were we prepared for a shelter?
It turned out we weren’t. Yes, we had water, a few rice cakes for peanut butter, meds, a lap-blanket and a pillow for my bad back.
I’d never been to a shelter. I had no idea what to expect.
There were no cots. Floor space was at a premium with everyone hoarding every inch.
I felt like I was with homeless people. The people stockpiled their personal items like there was going to be an invasion of thieves. Since we were in a classroom they created squares around themselves with desks as their walls.
A woman created a private area with shower curtains for her husband who needed adult diaper changes often.
In the hall, there was a gal walking around with a sleeping bag hanging from her neck, “Shouting, I’m being raped. Someone stole my belongings.”
A man in a wheelchair screamed, “My leg is being cut-off.” No, it wasn’t. He had no legs.
I escaped to the bathroom to throw some water on my face and calm down.
I found a young woman crying. She became aware that her elderly neighbor had no one to care for her because her caretaker had taken off leaving her alone. She felt she had to do something.
She didn’t have a clue on how to take care of her but began to make a bed for her in the bathroom. The woman wore adult diapers. After having had an accident, the people in the room they were in through them out. As people entered the bathroom questions were being thrown at this poor young woman. She was chastised without reason.
She cried even more.
They said, ‘She was cruel for putting her in the bathroom.’
She tried finding a staff member in charge but to no avail. Everyone was overwhelmed with issues to clear up.
The older woman was sitting in her wheelchair crying. She kept saying she was sorry over and over and over again. I began to shake and told the young woman I’d find help for her.
I did.
Eventually, she was taken to a senior facility until the stormed passed.
There are people who come together in a disastrous situation and others who become mean and aggressive. Survival comes in many shades of color.
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A family of seven settled into the area of the room opposite ours. I would later find out they were from Granada. Although they were wearing Indian clothing and spoke in a foreign language. There was the young husband and wife with their two children; a boy 18 months and a girl 4 years old. The husband’s mother and father and his mother in law. His father-in-law passed away 3 days before the storm.
They were prepared. They had suitcases. Blow-up mattresses, pillows, sheets, blankets, water, food … real cooked food … Kuerig coffee pot, healthy snacks and toys for the kids plus love. They were all loving and caring about each other; especially the woman who had just buried her husband. Each time she cried, someone went over to comfort her.
The children were extremely well-behaved. The baby cried a bit but soothing hugs and cuddles were immediately given which calmed him. The little girl helped her mother with him.
Since it was an art classroom, there were lots of markers and paper. I asked the mother if her daughter could draw with me. We sat and talked about what to draw. I told her we should exhibit her drawings on the blackboard. She was excited.
Photograph of her at her exhibition:
I don’t know her name. I don’t know anything about them. They kept to themselves as most did including me and my husband. There were feelings of distrust in the room.
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The school was on automatic timers. The lights went out every night at 5:00 pm. People would gather outside the room for a glimpse of daylight.
The National Guard came to each room the night the hurricane was going to hit land. We were told to stay in the room until morning sue to the winds. The door opening could lift the roof off the building. They emphasized placing a desk in front of the door as a reminder.
Do people listen?
No.
A man who was a heavy smoker and reeked of burnt ashes as he passed you, opened the door to go outside and smoke.
No one stopped him.
A woman left to use the bathroom.
No one stopped her.
The little girl claimed she wanted to go to the bathroom and brush her teeth. A nightly ritual I found out about later.
No one stopped them.
Another man and woman wanted to get some more beer from their car.
No one stopped them.
It was frustrating. It was scary. It was disrespectful to the national guardsman and the others in the room. We felt like we were being put in danger.
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The most difficult part about a hurricane is your inability to do anything about what is going to happen. You’re at the mercy of the storm. There’s an eerie quiet before the storm hits. No matter how prepared you are; you’re never really prepared. Emotionally, it weakens you. Your inability to communicate helps panic set in. Your mind races to the worst scenarios.
As I’m waiting for the arrival of Hurricane Dorian, my thoughts are of the safety I feel when I’m in my own home. No, shelters aren’t on my plan unless we are forced to evacuate.
My home environment, regardless of the danger outside the door, is invulnerable, calm and safe.
May this be a passing intense storm with little ramifications afterward.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
September 4, 2019 at 3:12 pm
You expressed this beautifully, Isadora: “There are people who come together in a disastrous situation and others who become mean and aggressive. Survival comes in many shades of color.” Very true. I am hoping that the storm passes and you don’t need to go to a shelter this time. Let’s hope this storm brings out the best in people instead of the worst.
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September 5, 2019 at 8:02 pm
We were very fortunate, Patti. The hurricane took a turn. It left little harm in it’s wake except for lots of rain. My orchids are loving the humidity and extra rain. Thank you for reading and commenting. I appreciate it very much.
Isadora 😎
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September 3, 2019 at 8:08 am
I hope you and family are OK Isadora
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September 2, 2019 at 10:31 pm
Some of our blog friends are in Dorian’s way.
Your shelter story is hopeful, human and humbling.
Well, I’ve always thought, I’m no one without my cat.
Best o you & yours!
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September 2, 2019 at 7:08 am
I am praying for protection and strength for the areas that will meet Dorian this weekend.
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September 1, 2019 at 5:36 pm
Be safe, Izzy. The shelter doesn’t sound like an experience I would tolerate well. Love the photo of the little girl with her art display. I’m sure she loved your attention. xx
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September 1, 2019 at 7:36 pm
Yes, it was quite an experience. The worst was not being able to leave. They would not let us get our cat to go home. The National Guard wouldn’t allow anyone to leave. So, regardless of the situation, we had to stay.~~~ : (
Be safe and blessings for your safety.
Izzy 😎
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September 1, 2019 at 3:04 pm
I am never going to a shelter after reading this! OMG! Thank you for such an insightful post and doing all you could! You are a blessing of a dear heart! ❤️🦋🌀🙏
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September 1, 2019 at 7:42 pm
Thank you, Sheila, for letting me know this post was informative. It has taken me two years to be able to write about it. The most stressful part was being unable to leave. The national guard would not allow anyone to leave with or without my cat. Supposedly, for safety reasons.
There are circumstances where there is no choice but to leave your home. However, I will make that the last on my list. Friends and family despite our trying to hang on to our freedom would have been a better choice. We weren’t free at the shelter.
I may write a view posts about others who were comical and some who were heartbreaking. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Isadora😎
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September 2, 2019 at 11:57 am
I hear you, Isadora. Not having our freedom to leave would feel so disempowering! Ugh!
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September 2, 2019 at 10:12 pm
👍🏻😎
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August 31, 2019 at 8:51 pm
Thank you for the picture of how things are at the shelter. May the storm soon pass.
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September 1, 2019 at 7:43 pm
We are just beginning to get huge downpours. We’re ready and hoping it’s just rain, rain, rain. Thank you … Isadora 😎
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August 31, 2019 at 1:09 pm
It is awful to go through this… It’s a frustrating and scary experience. I feel for you.
Stay safe, Isadora.
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September 1, 2019 at 7:58 pm
Thank you, Amy. It’s the price we pay for loving the life of living in paradise. I’m better prepared now for having been through the experience. Thank you for reading and leaving your lovely comment.
Isadora 😎
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August 31, 2019 at 1:25 am
Be safe and please take care, you and your family!!!
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September 1, 2019 at 8:02 pm
My hope is that this turns out to be nothing but rain, rain and rain. Thank you, Isadora 😎
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August 30, 2019 at 11:32 pm
A lengthy article, but I read it all, I couldn’t stop, …. We don’t experience such phenomenon here in Geelong….. I felt your stress and anxieties…. I wish you all best and that you are able to safe.
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September 1, 2019 at 8:12 pm
Thank you, Ivor, for taking the time to read my account of this event. It’s taken me two years to get to this point. It was very traumatic. I should have gone to a friends’ or family members home. We’d been invited but chose to stay independent. We didn’t realize what it was like at a shelter. It has a purpose but not for us. We have learned about better preparations and to remember … ‘what is going to happen, will happen, if that’s what is meant to be.’
I appreciate the kind words … Isadora 😎
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September 1, 2019 at 8:18 pm
Yes I understand preparation is everything… Down here in our hot summer’s we can terrible fires, and it’s all about being prepared for the situation.
I hope you stay safe Isadora xx🤗🤗
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September 1, 2019 at 8:57 pm
I’m sure fires can be stressful too. I don’t think I’d be able to breathe with my asthma.
Everywhere there are people living, there are natural disasters. Florida happens to be hurricanes.
California fires; Missouri tornados. Thanks, Ivor … 😎
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August 30, 2019 at 11:29 pm
Wow – that is some experience and I wondered how some of the shelter experiences went – the photo of the girl (she does look indian)
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August 30, 2019 at 11:30 pm
The photo was sweet and I can see why you opted to stay home – and prayers going out for all in the hurricane path
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September 1, 2019 at 8:24 pm
🙏🏻
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September 1, 2019 at 8:23 pm
I’ve been trying to write about the experience for two years. I was too stressful to revisit it. There were many other experiences I may write about later on. Some were funny; others were heart wrenching. It shows another side of life I wasn’t award of. I guess that’s worth all of what I went through. I appreciate so much more everyday because of it. 👍🏻😊
Yes, the women wore sari’s and a bindi. 🙏🏻 The child was super sweet and polite.
Thanks for commenting … Isadora 😎
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September 1, 2019 at 9:48 pm
🙂
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August 30, 2019 at 10:11 pm
Querida Isadora,
I am speechless. You’ve described the event so well that I could feel the tension, fear and stress. This couldn’t have been easy to write. Thank you for your candid courage. How can a person truly prepare for something like that.
Shalom y abrazos,
Rochelle
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August 30, 2019 at 10:09 pm
Thanks for sharing … take care of yourself!
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September 1, 2019 at 8:28 pm
Thank you, aFrank. I’ve been trying to write about this for awhile. I guess this was the time. Yes … much better prepared and a better outlook from me. It’s the price we pay for living in paradise. I’ll pay it. ~~ : – )
I think we might only get hit with rain, rain, rain, flooding, flooding and tree debris. Fingers crossed … I will do my best to stay out of harms way. Isadora 😎
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August 30, 2019 at 9:52 pm
Isadora, I am currently in the Dominican Republic out of the storms way. It was headed here at one point, but iut changed course.
I wish you, your loved ones, neighbors, families and friends all of the best. May the storm veer in another direction and keep my fellow Floridians out of harms way.
Be well. Be safe.
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September 1, 2019 at 8:31 pm
Yes, the DR was spared as was PR. I hope to get through this one with just rain, rain, rain and tree debris. We’re better prepared now. Life is a learning experience. If we become better because of it it wasn’t for naught. Thanks, Drew, for your kind words.
Isadora 😎
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