By: Teresa Roca
When I woke up on Tuesday morning, I had no clue how bad Staten Island got hit by Hurricane Sandy.
I looked out my window to see everything intact. With no trees on my block and everything such as tables and chairs put away or tied down, nothing seemed ruiened or out of place. I don’t live near the water, so my block and the surrounding blocks were okay. The only thing we suffered from was no power for two days.
Suffering from boredom, I drove to my friend’s house with the little gas I had left (not knowing gas would be scarce for weeks). I picked her up and we drove around my area for a fast food restaurant or diner. To our surprise, nothing was open. We then resorted to going to a grocery shop and finding food to make.
As we drove to other neighborhoods, that is when we started seeing the destruction. Fallen trees on destroyed houses, power lines in the middle of streets, traffic lights out and more. When we finally found an open super market, the lights were off and the only food being sold was non-perishable items. We waited on a long line for hours realizing that the storm was much more disastrous than we had previously thought.
Ater hearing horror stories from neighbors of massive flooding and a death toll on Staten Island rising by the hour, I decided I needed to find service to see if my loved ones were okay. I somehow got in touch with a friend who had power and I got my father to drive me to her house.
When I got there, I couldn’t help but cry when I saw the devastation that took place in New Jersey, the Rockaways and especially my home of Staten Island. Between the destruction, people pleading for help, and others crying for their missing loved ones, I couldn’t believe how naïve and selfish I had been.
When I got home, I was welcomed to power. I ignored it though, and filled bags with clothes and food to donate to people devastated by the hurricane.
When I sat down to watch the news, I learned that Staten Island waited days before receiving help from the Red Cross and FEMA. That is when I knew that I had to report about this injustice and shed light of the horrible circumstances that were happening in my borough.
I am grateful that my family, friends and myself weren’t harmed by the hurricane. I only wish I knew sooner so I could have helped sooner.
I don’t think you should blame yourself for being selfish. Realistically, we as New Yorkers never really had to deal with a hurricane, so many of us thought we would be okay and took things lately. But, the most important thing part is, you did find out about the severity of things and instantly decided to help and give back.
I can’t begin to imagine what you witnessed. My neighborhood was lightly damaged. There were only a few fallen trees. But a couple days after the storm, I visited Howard Beach and had to leave after maybe a half hour. I couldn’t stand how empty and damaged everything looked. Nonetheless, I hope everybody is getting back on their feet in one way or another.
my neighborhood wasn’t hit either, I live on Ocean Parkway far from any water. but when I found out to other peoples homes and how some of my friends lost their cars and basements flooded I tried to help anyway I could of. I think the one good thing we can take from such a tragedy is that we all got together to lend a helping hand to the less fortunate. Which doesn’t happen so often in New York.