A little over two weeks have passed and it doesn’t feel like it. While I drive around, you would barely believe that most of the house I see were halfway underwater just a few days ago. The people of my city are still walking around in a daze. With homes destroyed and lives in ruin, the city of Baton Rouge is in despair. Yet one thing keeps me going in all of this: it could have been worse.

CNN said that 4.6 trillion gallons of water pour over Louisiana between the days of August 12th and August 14th. Hearing those numbers made this all seem so much more real. I made sense as to why so much water enveloped entire towns in hours. It just didn’t make it right. During the month of August, the people of South Louisiana are prepared hurricanes and were know how to deal with them. This disaster wasn’t a hurricane. Hell, it wasn’t even a tropical storm. It didn’t even get the right to have a name. It just came and went and left pain in its trail.

The scariest day of the storm had to be August 14th. At 5.34 A.M. my mother called me and asked if I had service. I replied, “No.” I didn’t understand that once I hung up, I would also be left stranded by my cellular service. My phone instantly lost service and I thank the heavens for WI-FI. I spent my morning scrolling through Facebook and was brought almost to tears. My family and friends were posting pictures of themselves in the storm. Some were saying how they lost everything in minutes. My own mother lost her apartment in seconds. People were begging for help as they had no where to go. It was heartbreaking and it made me feel so helpless. I couldn’t call my father to see if his house was alright. What made me truly understand the extremity of this situation was when I saw a video of a news boat floating down Plank Road and Little Caesar’s Pizza was almost completely underwater. It was like nothing I’d ever seen in my city.

If it wasn’t for WAFB, I would have known nothing about what was going on around me during all this. Major media outlets weren’t even showing anything which bothered me. People all over the country may have had family in Louisiana. People in other countries also. They deserved the right to know what was going on. I commend the local news outlets and also the people I call Pocket Journalist. These are the people who have their phones on the ready and are there first. They do not hesitate to send anything and everything. These groups were the reason I knew who was missing and who was found. I have to also say thanks to The Cajun Navy. One thing I believe that makes the flood in Baton Rouge and Denham Springs and Prairieville different from that in New Orleans was that we are cities full of outdoorsman. These people have boats in their garages and backyards, thigh-high fishing boots and anything else they need. The minute the flooding began, they were in their boats rescuing anyone and everyone. They were there before the armed forces. I am so proud of their courage and strength.

Once again, a little over weeks have passed. The sun is shining bright and people are starting over. Houses are being rebuilt and people are getting help. The community is standing together. With all the tragedy we’ve had before and during this storm, it is nice to see everyone being nice for once. Hopefully we can stay a team and this could be a new face for Baton Rouge.