Hurricane Helene hit the United States on Thursday when it blew a shore in Florida’s Big Bend region as a Category 4 hurricane.
The storm was devastating, reducing homes to kindling.
Helene barreled into Georgia leaving splintered homes and debris strewn highways. "It looks like a bomb went off," Gov. Kemp described the swath of destruction left in Helene's wake.
As I write this, this storm system has left nearly 100 people dead.
Helene was downgraded to only a Tropical Storm by the time it hit North Carolina but the word "only" underestimates the impact the storm had on the state.
Wind and rain pounded us here in Greensboro on Friday but by 3 PM, the storm had passed leaving a warm golden sun glowing in a beautiful blue sky.
For people in the western part of the state, the nightmare was just beginning. Helene had left behind the worst flooding in a century which Gov. Roy Cooper described it as “catastrophic”.
Floodwaters left Asheville isolated Saturday by damaged roads and a lack of power and cellphone service.
Hurricanes are a brutal reminder that one person's experience is not that of another's. From my perspective, I could wonder what all this fuss over Helene was all about. But my perspective is but a mere sliver of what Helene was all about.
It shouldn't take a Hurricane to teach us that my story is not necessarily your story and stories are not guaranteed happy endings.
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