Hurricane Katrina Outer Journey

Entering the enormous wooden white doors to the historic Presbyter, I was greeted with an exhibit dedicated to the events of Hurricane Katrina. This natural disaster stuck out the most to me. This maze like exhibit was dark and a wave of emotion came over me. Voices of first responders, victims and news broadcasts filled my ears. They talked about all the damage and destruction that this horrific event had caused. The tone of their voices sounded sad, scared and desperate for help. Chills ran up my spine walking through the dark halls and an instant feeling of worry and sadness washed over me. There was a room with cracks and booms of thunder, flashes of lighting where it feel like you were in the middle of the storm. Footage of the destruction from the Hurricane showed people struggling to survive, cope, and understand what was happening. Powerful winds blew around me, putting goosebumps on my skin. The strength of the winds through the trees and water plunging into wood buildings while crashing them down filled my ear drums. I felt like I was really there experiencing this terror. Goosebumps roughened my skin the entire walk through. There were smaller screens displaying even more in depth interviews of peoples innermost feelings and concerns who lived through the disaster. I was holding back my flooding eyes as I was listening to this woman calling in for help. Worry and trembles in her aching voice, calling for FEMA. Her loud, scared voice expressing her concerns to responders, as she was in the attic of her flooded house broke my heart. Saddened emotions overcame me. 

 
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