August 24th 1992 around 3:00 am the conditions were really bad, we were in our home trying to find a safety place to stay, meawhile the sound of a frieght train was blowing our ears, and the sound of bombs(every time a window broke). It was really frightten, all we could do was to pray. The storm moved fast about 20MPH but for us was like an eternity. When the storm was over around 6:00 am We could not believe our eyes, it was a war zone, I remember my son by that time he was only seven, saying Mami this is not our home. Our family and friends were very worry did not hear from us. The lack of communication between government agencies made the whole thing worst, We could'nt sleep, afraid of the looters, my husband was sitting all the time with his rifle ready to shoot, we had no doors, windows and more that half of our roof was gone. Finally after six days, the National guard went in that night we were able to sleep. People from all over the nation came to help for the cleanup. Religious groups were all around our neighborhood to give us a hand and to pray with us, It was an awfull day and it was a beautiful time too, seeing all these people giving their time to help us. Thank to God,thank you for all your help, Especial thank for a religious group from North Caroline, they helped us cleaning up and conforted us. Thank you God!!!!