On the night Helene hit, we slept in the basement. All we heard was the wind and rain. It was really, really loud. The storm was bigger than we’d expected, and I was scared.
We lost power, cell phone service, and running water. Our only connection to the outside world was the local news on a battery-powered radio.
Branches had knocked down power lines. A tree blocked the road. We didn’t travel out of our neighborhood for three days.
When we finally went downtown, it looked like a bomb had hit. Bridges had caved in. Telephone poles were splintered.
My family owns a bicycle rental shop. The building was flooded up to the second floor.
A family friend found an apartment where we could stay in Floyd, Virginia. We spent about a month going back and forth while my parents tried to get our business going again. It was stressful. I’m glad to finally be home for good.
To everyone affected by the hurricane, keep your chin up and keep going. It’ll get better.