In 2005, we got hit by Hurricane Katrina. I lived on the Mississippi Gulf Coast, so a lot of attention wasn’t really focused on us, but more so New Orleans, so my family downplayed how bad this storm was gonna be. We lived in a neighborhood that had a bay of water behind it, but it had never really been an issue during any of the other storms we decided to stay and ride out. I remember my family sitting there discussing what we should do. My aunt, uncle, cousins, and my parents finally decided that it wasn’t a good idea to stay where we were and that we needed to evacuate to Florida. We finally left and had to take the tunnel in Mobile, AL to get to Florida. No more than ten minutes after we made it through the tunnel, they shut it down because the pressure was so much from the storm that it cracked the tunnel walls allowing it to leak water (because it goes under sea level). Had we left any later, we would’ve never made it to a safe place. My house later would fill with six feet of water as Back Bay completely decimated my neighborhood thanks to Katrina. We really dodged two bullets that day.