Praying, praying, and praying some more

Andrea McNair, Orangeburg

July 31, 2009 

Those were a scary couple of days, the tying everything down, putting up lawn furniture and trashcans, boarding windows it was just so much to do! I was seven years old and initially was asleep when the storm began but a couple hours into the storm I work up when I heard branches snap ... my mother was already up and walking around all I can remember is my mother, my uncle, and I huddled in the living room praying, praying, and praying some more after a few hours the storm hadn’t died down and we all finally got to sleep you know I jumped in the bed with my mom.

When we woke up the next morning I felt like I was in a different world with trees everywhere windows broken...stuff covering the streets I became frightened all over again. In the end we were blessed the only damage our property had received was a small three-foot portion of our fence bent and a shutter hanging off, also we were without power for a few days. I never want to go through that again...as an adult one of my dearest friends went through Katrina in Louisiana and all those Hugo memories flooded back again.

-- Andrea McNair, Orangeburg

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