Historical Hump Day Post: The Galveston Gale

The wind howled like a banshee that September dawn.

I gripped my Galveston porch as waves climbed fifteen feet, salt tearing at my face.

My shanty splintered, boards flying like lost prayers, while the sea roared with fury.

I hauled a child to higher ground, his cries mixing with the crash of a city undone—6,000 souls swept away, millions in ruin left behind.

Lanterns flickered out, swallowed by the dark, as I clung to a palm trunk, water pulling at my soul.

The storm baptized me in survival, a lesson carved deep as the tide receded.

Days later, the sun burned through the haze, revealing streets of silence and shattered homes.

I sifted through the salt, finding a neighbor’s locket, a whisper of lives lost.

We shared bread and hope, voices rising over the echo of waves—together, we rose.

That hurricane taught me grit, a memory etched into Wyoming’s wild heart, where Compass & Courage each September guides us through nature’s wrath with skill and unity.

Some say the Gulf still hums those lost names on stormy nights, a ghost tide rolling eternal.

Lessons Learned:

•  Storms strike without mercy; know your high ground and evacuation path.

•  Community aid, like pulling a child to safety, turns despair to hope.

•  Preparedness with sturdy shelter and supplies can weather the worst.

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