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Ha z a r dous Hur r ica n e Hea l s Per spect iv e

by Ka t ie Scha f f n er , Gr a de 8

?It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness,?

-Charles Spurgeon

?What a perfect night,? I remarked, sarcasm apparent in my voice. The wind whistled
and howled as it slammed into my home, making it quiver. The heat and electricity that I
had previously taken for granted were gone. I never would have guessed that having
what appeared to be so little at the time, could amount to so much.

An unmerciful hurricane raged outside my window. Whipping wind sent trees flying
and caused power lines to snap and give way like thin twigs. My once lit living room was

dark and contained my whole family. I breathed in the various sweet scented Yankee
Candles that were scattered around the room and in the kitchen, beside the open living
room.

?Well, Katie, we have to make the best of it,? my older sister, Megan, reminded me. The
ethereal candlelight illuminated her warm complexion, and her lengthy golden-blonde
hair framed her face. Megan?s crystal blue gaze convinced me to follow her advice, but it
wasn?t easy fighting the boredom that I felt. I had few objects to entertain myself with.

My plush blanket hugged me tightly, and rested on top of many layers of clothing that
were keeping me warm in my frigid home. Because it was the only thing we could cook
on the stove-top, hot brothy soup sloshed in my stomach. The aroma of the shimmering
soup was pleasant at first, but soon I associated it with an unwelcome burning sensation
on my tongue and tingling nose.

Art by Olivia Strumolo and Anna Sumner, Grade 8

and Brynne Harrison , Grade 6