Personal Narrative: How Hurricane Sandy Changed My Life

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When I was in 7th grade, I felt famous for a while. While I was in 7th grade, Hurricane Sandy went through and destroyed hundreds of people’s houses on the coast of New Jersey and a part of New York. When I first heard about Hurricane Sandy, I thought that it wasn’t as bad as it ended up being. At first, I was only supposed to collect a few bags of clothes and boxes of can goods to send over to New Jersey. I wrote a letter to have the principal read at school so I could spread the word and my mom and family posted that I was looking for donations on Facebook, after that I had messages and people calling me, asking when we could meet so they could give some donations. A little bit of donations, started turning into a lot, I filled…show more content…
On the day, November 22, 2015, my family and I celebrated Thanksgiving. Later that evening, after everyone left, I started to get ready. When the Fox 17 crew showed up, I could tell I was getting really nervous. They walked into my grandma’s house, we went into the sunroom and the two guys got the cameras and microphones all set…show more content…
Finally, it was time to start the taping. One of the two guys was asking me questions while the other one was behind the camera. My grandma was sitting next to me, which was really comforting, and every time I answered a question, she had the biggest smile on her face. I remember the guy asking my grandma a question and she started crying, happy tears of course. After about a half an hour later, the guys wanted to go film the outside, on the inside of my aunt Deb and grandma 's cars. An hour and a half later we were finished taping, and I would be on the news later that night.
I was on the 10 o 'clock news, that night. When the news came on, I was on about 20 minutes later. My sister and I were laying on my grandma’s floor watching, it was so exciting. I could tell how proud my grandparents and my mom was of me.
The next day, Friday, we left for New Jersey. On our way, we stopped at a gas station in Grand Rapids, and the cashier asked my aunt Kathy if I was the girl that was on the news. To get to New Jersey, it took about 12 hours. The next day, I woke up and it was about time to leave and head to
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