Harvey, dear ole Harvey, you are a storm that many of us will NEVER forget! You built, you weakened, you stood strong, you weakened, you rallied, you gained strength, and you were persistent in your path. A truly amazing storm.
Harvey was supposed to hit with vengeance on Friday night, so that night I decided to stay at my friend’s house. I did, we ate, watched, and went to bed since things looked pretty calm. Saturday morning we awoke to a little damage but nothing other than some downed limbs and such. I went home to prepare to care for Mom and do a few things to prepare for a possible larger lash back from this guy. Seemed all good, the sky cleared, the sun shone, the rains were light. No problems. Did my thing, choose not to go back to my friends house and to go home from my daily activities. WRONG DECISION. All of a sudden powerful rains began, things seemed to be moving or pouring so quickly. My decision at that point was to go back to my friends house. I quickly grabbed my bag and headed out. Not six blocks from my subdivision I met up with a flash flood coming straight at me up and down both ways. The only choice was to jet across the road to a Shell station and hope for the best. So being the native Texan that I am, I figured that we would see a lull in the action. After about an hour with the water rising, I decided to call 911 to get me out of there. MISTAKE! I call (and I am an old woman I am a bit concerned), the 911 operator kept me on the line while answering tons of other calls, (guess they were more panicked than me), so she asks me where I am, I tell her, she asks is their rising water, I answer yes that is why I am calling you, I want out of here before it gets worse, the 911 operator asks how fast the water is rising, I tell her no idea, but I have been her about 30 minutes and it’s risen quickly up the lot. The operator really has no response, so I ask, I am guessing that I need to wait it out? And she tells me yes please just wait it out. I don’t know about you but if one see’s rising water that one cannot cross, waiting it out is not normally a calm reaction. So knowing that I cannot depend on emergency services I hang out and talk to some of the others at the same Shell station in the same situation. The rain lightens just a bit, the water is still high, one of the older gentlemen that are there at the station asks me where I need to go, I point across the flooded road and tell him, my home is right over there and that I am going to go for it. He say’s “hun, now is the time”. So I hop in my suburban and go for it. MISTAKE! I make it across the road, only to find that the road I need to be on is a rushing rapid of water, but there is nowhere to go so I click on 4WD and head on. Made it home all safely, with Gods hand on the wheel. Stay up the rest of the night (It’s 2:30 a.m.). Sunday dawns, rain, rain, rain. Rain coming up the drive, flooding our neighborhood. Cant drive out so I decide to walk to a cstore and catch a ride to the shelter. MISTAKE! Made it to the store (thank goodness Raj is a good guy), my nephew was trying to make it to me, didn’t happen, he just couldn’t get there for me. SOOO, I decide to walk to the local Fire Department and ask for help. MISTAKE! I walk about 1/2 mile to a fire department in a tropical storm, raining like hell. AND HERE IS WHAT I MEET – I walk in and holler hello, no answer, the trucks are there so I know somebody is around. I keep on nosing around and hear voices, so I follow the voices and knock on the door as I open it and say hello. Evidently I broke up some kind of Bro party, cuz they looked at me like a child caught by Momma. There I stand dripping wet, and they just look at me like I came from the scum bottom of the sea. So I say, can you help me, where is the shelter from here, I am on foot and don’t know where to do. The reply I get (while exchanging weird glances with one another) is we don’t know where a shelter is, you will need to find that somewhere. They didn’t even offer a ride, a place to be safe NOTHING. So I walk back to the cstore in the pouring rain. I wait at the store for someone, anyone that may help me. A young man came in with his son, he was driving a jacked up F150, I asked him where he was coming from, he said everywhere lady, i have been everywhere, I said do you know where the shelter is, he replied, yes of course I have been delivering supplies there all day. WOW A CITIZEN KNOWS WHERE THE SHELTER IS BUT FIREFIGHTERS DO NOT! I ask him if he would please take me there. This sweet man was more than happy to help me.
STAYED TUNED FOR HARVEY CHAPTER 2