Hurricane Katrina only brings one work to my mind...chaos. For hurricane Katrina, we traveled with a family of 12, plus a dog, leaving my uncle, a New Orleans Police officer, and grandfather, and Chalmette Reserve, back at home to ride out the storm because of their duties. After taking 8 hours to get to Arkansas, we woke up to the devastating news of the storm. With phone lines down, it was hard to get through to the family back at home. I remember the night that the levees broke, my grandfather was in his Chalmette home, and the last words that we heard from him for days were..\" I have to go, water is getting really high really fast in the hou...\" and then the phone went dead. Scared to death, all we could do was wait. We got in touch with my uncle and he took a trip down to Chalmette in a search boat to look for him. When he got to his home, there was no hole in the roof like he had planned if something like this would have happened, and the boat was still attached to the house...there was no sign of escape. We just had expected the worst, and prayed for the best. After that night we were moved from Arkansas, to Baton Rouge, and then finally Houston. It was a long few days, when finally we got a phone call that my grandpa was alright. He rode out the entire storm in his boat attached to his home. When we got back home, we were the only members of our family who still had a home that was spared in Metairie. The rest of my family, from Chalmette, had to come live with us for weeks. It was very different, but brought our family so much closer than before. Hurricane Katrina has made me really appreciate the little things that we usually take for granted, because you never know when they could just dissappear...