A wall of
water five feet high cascaded around the corner as Alexis tried to escape her waterfront
home in her pickup truck. The water struck
the truck launching it off the ground, and it began to actually float toward
the lagoon. Alexis felt helpless and
cried, “I’m done! Oh, please, please,
God, please not today.” It all happened
so quickly. Alexis pled, “Dear God, I
don’t want to end like this!” And then
she heard a “boom” as the truck struck something underneath the swiftly rushing
water. Alexis was not sure if she hit a
piling or debris, but she floored the gas pedal and something caught. She had traction. The
truck propelled forward back towards safety, but the danger was not over.
Alexis
recalled her morning leading up to this moment.
Alexis and Jim had been packing up some things to leave, but they had no
idea of the serious, imminent danger they were in. “It came up so fast,” recalled Alexis. “I looked out the back door, and the water
was coming up to the back door. I ran to
the front, and I saw the water coming around the corner to the front door. I said, ‘We got to get out now!’ I was so upset. I was screaming, barking orders like a
maniac. Jim said, ‘Will you cool?’ I replied, ‘No, we gotta leave now. We’ve got seconds.’ I just had this fear.”
Alexis knew
they should have left sooner. She had not
been able to motivate anyone to move fast enough until now. She called her daughter Angela who lived only
blocks away insisting, “Angie, now, get out now.” “She listened to me. She never listens to me. She heard the horror in my voice.” Alexis ordered, “Meet me on the corner.” Now there was no time to even grab anything,
not even papers. “I just grabbed the cats,” recalled Alexis. “I had two cats. I threw them in the truck. It was pouring rain, and the cats were
screaming. It didn’t matter. I didn’t have time to grab anything. I had no clothing, no shoes, nothing. All the bags that I did pack the night
before, I couldn’t get them. If I had
waited, I think, one more minute, I don’t think I’d be sitting here. I had to go.
Why I chose to go right then, I don’t know, but I had to go. It was a nightmare. I can still see the wall of water.”
Jim had left
first trying to find the road in his pickup.
Angela had just driven around the corner through flooded streets with
her one year old daughter Alexandra and her two cats, as she witnessed her
mother Alexis approaching in her pickup truck to meet them and flee the
storm. Angela watched in fear as she became part of
the nightmare. Alexis used her cell
phone to instruct Angela to pull her small car behind her mother’s truck sticking
close to the bumper so that the “V” of water formed by the truck would forge a
path through the water for Angela. Alexis
did not take her foot off the gas. “I
rammed it, and she’s right behind me the whole way. It’s like I’m pushing the water with my
vehicle so she could get out. When we
looked behind us, it all closed in.
Angela was horrified, the look on her face, she was scared to death.”
“You couldn’t
see the road, so you didn’t know where the heck you were going. I was just going by dead reckoning. That was so bad,” expressed Alexis. “You know what it looked like? You couldn’t see the road, and you’re sitting
there in the vehicle. All you could see
were halves of houses. It looked, as far
as your eye could see, like I was sitting in the middle of the ocean. …I looked
around as I’m driving through this thinking and praying the whole time.”
“He heard me
that day. I was screaming, ‘God, please,
I can’t die like this. I just can’t die
like this.’ And I thought of my daughter
and granddaughter. If I had to save one,
I can only save one. Which one do I
choose? This is what is going through my
head.”
“It was so
fast, so quick. You didn’t have time to
think, respond, save yourself. It’s over,”
Alexis related through her tears. … “Just praying the whole time. … Make the
best of it. So scary.”
Alexis is an
excellent swimmer, but her daughter cannot swim and Alexandra is only one year’s
old and could not possibly save herself.
With the strong, flowing current, it is doubtful that Alexis would even
have a chance to save herself if the truck could not break free to safety. The cats were in a roofed carrier in the back
of the truck. Alexis could hear them
screaming. She knew they would not have
a chance either if anything happened to her.
There was
nobody on the road, and the roads were closed.
They had to drive around barricades to escape. There is only one road in and there was a
long way to go to reach safety. They
did escape.
The house
was battered from boats ramming into it as vessels were carried along by the
current. Windows were broken, and the
yard was strewn with debris. All the furniture on the first floor was destroyed
by salt water that had flooded their home. The drywall, insulation, and
flooring had to be torn out. The second
floor on Jim’s and Alexis’ house survived, but the house was then robbed the
following Saturday. Someone put a ladder
up to the house and entered through an upstairs window. They tore everything apart upstairs, emptying
drawers, destroying property, and throwing things around. The robber found and stole the money that had
been in the house to pay for replacing drywall.
“It puts the topping on the cake,” assessed Alexis.
Alexis
shared that some people who stayed had died.
Some were electrocuted, others drowned, and one had a heart attack. Down
the street from her, two homes burned to the ground. Vehicles that remained were destroyed. One of Angela’s neighbors had her house
pushed off its foundation. When the
woman’s 25 year old daughter came to help her mother the following day, the
daughter died of a heart attack. Alexis
regretfully shared, “What a sweet lady the mother and daughter were. The mother is beside herself. What can I do? I can’t do anything. I can’t even help myself.”
Jim and
Alexis were so pleased with the TouchGlobal team who came to help them. They were amazed at all that was
accomplished. Her street was filled with
volunteers from Indiana, Illinois, Maryland, Pennsylvania, and Louisiana who went
house to house and tore out drywall and soggy insulation, pulled up floors, and
carried furniture and belongings to the street.
They shared hope, prayer, and concern with the homeowners and their
families. There is much to be done yet. Alexis summed things up, “We live in
America. We’re not at war. Things are so great, and then we are faced
with a catastrophe. You’re not used to
stuff like this. You’re running for your
life. It’s just overwhelming and so terrifying
that words cannot describe it. … It
looks like we were bombed. … I lived through this whole darn thing. That’s all I can say.”
There are
many homeowners in need of help from the devastation of Hurricane Sandy. For information on how you can respond to
these needs, go to www.efca.org/hurricane-Sandy
.
by Laura-Jean Watson