I remember standing at Meeting and Broad streets, the famous Four Corners of Law, thinking this was a historic moment. As a reporter, I felt lucky to be there. As a citizen, however, it was devastating.
A few hours later, I waded onto the barrier islands and witnessed firsthand what looked like a war zone. The power of such a storm made houses on the island look like they had been inside a blender.
In the days to come, the sound of chain saws would dominate our senses as we all witnessed the aftermath of a nightmare.
I remember walking through the rubble of people’s homes and wondering how long it would take for us to recover from such a disaster.
Turns out, some of us never will.