Hurricane Helene, the deadliest mainland storm since Katrina in 2005, has claimed the lives of 200 people as rescuers continue their search for survivors. The deaths have been reported in South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, North Carolina, Virginia and Tennessee.
The number of people missing is counted in hundreds, and the number of homes left without electricity is nearly a million. Unfortunately, rescue teams face challenges as many roads rendered impassable by the storm’s destruction.
North Carolina Governor Roy Cooper highlighted the severity of the situation, saying that the rugged landscape has made it difficult for many communities to receive any assistance.
Among those who lost their lives is 7-year-old Micah Drye of Asheville, North Carolina. He and his grandparents were swept away by floodwaters after seeking refuge on a rooftop. The boy’s mother, Meghan, survived.
The news of Micah’s death was disclosed by his aunt, Jessica Drye Turner, who also shared the boy’s final words, “Jesus! Please help me!”
The heartbroken aunt expressed her grief and pain over the loss of her sister’s son. “New grief and strong faith. New motto.”
The boy’s lifeless body was located about a quarter mile from where his mother had been rescued.
Meghan’s other sister, Heather Kephart, started a GoFundMe page to help Meghan after the devastating loss of her son, her parents, and all her belongings, including her home.
The fundraising page included a photo of sweet Micah, taken by his grandmother mere days before the tragedy. He could be seen wearing a Jurassic World T-shirt and smiling.
This family’s huge loss is just one of many caused by the devastating storm.
My Parents Didn’t Show up for My School Graduation — Their Excuse Is Ridiculous
A few years ago, I graduated from school, a day I had eagerly anticipated. The ceremony was filled with excitement: students in caps and gowns, families cheering, and cameras flashing. However, my joy turned to anxiety as I scanned the crowd for my parents, who were nowhere to be seen.
As I received my diploma, my heart sank seeing no familiar faces. After the ceremony, I checked my phone and found a message from my mom: “Sorry, we couldn’t make it. Something came up with your stepsister. We’ll celebrate later. Congrats!”
The excuse? My stepsister Iris had a broken nail and threw a tantrum, demanding to go to a salon. I was stunned and heartbroken. My prom date, Justin, and his family comforted me, including me in their celebration.
When I confronted my parents, my mom’s explanation left me speechless. “Iris broke a nail and was inconsolable,” she said. Realizing their skewed priorities, I decided to leave and stayed with Justin’s family, who supported me.
Years later, at my college graduation, history repeated itself. My parents missed it because Iris wanted a specific cake, and they got stuck in traffic. Despite the hurt, I realized my worth isn’t defined by their actions.
Justin and his family became my support system. Their unconditional love helped me move forward, showing that true family is defined by those who stand by you
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