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Lessons of the Storm: What Did You Learn About Your City, Your Peers, and Yourself?

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It is a story that has evoked about as much fury in public opinion as the snow itself caused in the streets. The stories that are emerging are harrowing and heroic. Here are the links to two articles about the ordeal: 6 Q’s About the News | Ice Storm Strands Thousands in Ill-Equipped South and Atlanta Copes with Stress After the Storm .

What was your experience? How did you get home? Did your parents make it home as well? What was the best and the worst part about the ordeal for you and your family? What did you learn about your city, your peers, and yourself?

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“Lessons of the Storm: What Did You Learn About Your City, Your Peers, and Yourself?”

  1. February 5th, 2014 at 9:17 PM      Reply Chancellor Says:

    My snow experience was really upsetting. One big reason why is the fact the I’m from Chicago, and this amount of snow was normal to me. I can understand that Georgia doesn’t get much snow and probably wasn’t used to dealing with this weather but they made it seem like a huge deal! I was surprised when peoples cars were getting stuck. Speaking of getting stuck, when I was on the bus on the way home, Peachtree Rd. was going so slow, me and my brother Bishop got off the bus and walked the rest of the way home. I know for sure we got home faster than the bus did with the other kids. I can only say there was one good part. That was the fact the we were allowed to stay home for 5 whole days afterwards.


    • February 7th, 2014 at 2:14 AM      Reply Ms. Hayes Says:

      For some of the reasons you stated, ite “was a huge deal”. I left work at 1:45 PM. It took four hours to drive a distance that usually takes twenty minutes. Prior to leaving work, I checked my GPS, which showed that all of the interstates were already jammed. I rarely traveled the interstates anyway; however, my regular surface street routes were also problematic. Traveling west on Cascade Road, I was redirected through Beecher Hills. The first hill I encountered in that community was minuscule compared to what I would face trying to traverse too many inclines and downward slopes.

      With the streets already frozen, countless motorists stuck, or skidding, it was a 17 hour journey of constant adrenaline from the fear of spinning cars careening in to me, turning my engine off and on to conserve gas and warm the interior, switching from one media coverage to another, hoping someone would eventually consider what was occurring on the south side, hoping the coyotes were not in the spot that I chose to relieve myself, trying not to drink my last ounce of water too soon, creeping across bridges, and an overwhelming anxiety of not knowing what lie ahead beyond all the vehicles, and how it would end.

      I am grateful for the advice a stranger gave me that kept me from applying the brakes when I should not. I also appreciate my family and friends who checked on me throughout the night. After parking my car at the high school adjacent to my neighborhood, my son met me to accompany me on the two-mile walk to the house. Having just seen a neighbor crash into a tree, just after 7:30 AM, I was a wreck. Thankfully, she emerged from her car and the three of us walked up the steep hill to our homes.

      From this experience I have learned that I am stronger and more vulnerable than I knew. I have been reminded of how fiercely my family and friends love me. I have a renewed appreciation for listening to my inner voice and trusting my own judgment the next time.

      Twice this week, I have dreamed that I was trapped in the nightmare again. Based upon the conversations I have had with a few colleagues and friends, I know that I am not alone regarding that. I am also not alone in my gratitude for the kindness of people who stopped being strangers when countless of us needed someone to care.


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