Flood Disaster

My parents woke me up on the morning of August 14th, 2016 to an image I will never forget. The Great Flood of 2016 was no longer affecting only those in low-lying areas; now, large portions of Baton Rouge, that had never experience flooding, would receive backwater flooding. One of those areas would only be feet away from the place I call home. When my parents awoke me in a rush I was initially confused, and then scared. I hastily put on my shoes and headed out the back door to what seemed like a sea of water. The water steadily creeped up the driveway of my house as my family and I cringed in fear as we realized that this could be the day that we lost everything.

Other houses in the front of our subdivision had already been flooded, while some in the back of the neighborhood were certain they would be safe from the backwater. One of my first thoughts was if one of our neighbors, the mother and father of one of the recent fallen officers in the tragic shooting in July, would be safe from these rising waters. On this sunny Sunday morning, I hoped that God would protect those grieving parents, my family, and everyone else in Louisiana suffering from this tragic flood that left thousands without a place to call home.