It was a beautiful sunny Sunday morning on October 22, 1998 in Honduras, a small country located in the Central America. It was about eight o'clock and I was looking at the Tela beach from my house window. Tela is a little town located on the coast of the Atlantic Ocean in Honduras.
Everything started to happen when I decided to turn on the TV to watch my favorite cartoons. When I turned on the TV, I found that the cartoons were canceled for the news. The news that I just heard was the worst news for everyone in Honduras. They said that a hurricane was coming slowly in toward the coast of Honduras. They also said, that the category of the hurricane was increasing.
When I heard the news I didn't want to believe it. The next morning when I woke up the weather had changed completely. It was raining and the wind was blowing every second with more and more force. The sea seemed angry. The sky was covered with black clouds. All of the farmers were worried because most of them were getting ready for the harvest that was coming up.
The third day was when I started getting very concerned because we had to leave the beach. All the people in my neighborhood started to evacuate the town. We started to evacuate because we were scared of the giant waves of the sea. They were about twelve feet high, by this time the hurricane had already increased its category from one to five.
My family went to my uncle's house, which was located about twenty-five miles from the beach. On the fourth day, the hurricane had already touched land in my country. The electricity was shut off and the phone lines were out of service. There was no way of communicating. The only way that we were able to see as using candles. My uncle decided to use his car's battery to connect it to the TV, so we could see the news. Luckily, it worked very well when we turned on the TV we heard that the hurricane was in the "Islas de la bahia."
My uncle's wife started crying and my sister, too. I ran to look out the window because I heard noises. When I looked around, I saw that all the trees had fallen down. It looked like a desert. Many dead animals were on the streets. Everything was flooded.
The fifth day was the hardest day of this nightmare. The strong winds started to get inside of the house. The wind made everything fall down. We didn't know how the wind was getting inside the house. Finally we found that one of the windows was being destroyed by the wind. So my uncle went out to fix it, but the wind didn't allow him to go outside, so my uncle tied his body with a strong rope. My sister and I held on to him when he went outside. It was dangerous, but it was the only way that he could fix the window.
Once he went outside he put a big piece of plywood that covered the whole window. The wind pushed him hard for a moment, but we were pulling the rope while he came inside the house. For a moment I thought that he was going to die.
After a week the hurricane started losing its force. It got weaker and weaker until the hurricane disappeared.
On the sixth day, all the people started coming out. Some of them were looking for their sons and daughters. After the hurricane, many people started to get sick of new diseases, terrible coughs and even pneumonia.
The cities were covered with mud. The people were digging in the mud. Looking for their relatives. The fire department was helping people to find a warm place to stay where there was no water. They couldn't go back to their homes.
After this horrible nightmare, we went back to our homes. Thanks to God, every single member of my family was safe in their houses. including my dog.
After that my country had to face very hard times. We are still recovering from the hurricane. I think all the Honduran community will remember Mitch forever.
Copyright Silver International Newspaper 2002 (This page was created by Marvin Rodriguez.)
Photo on this page from Diario:"La Prensa," San Pedro Sula, Honduras, C.A. copyright 1998. Used with permission.