Ali mostafavi, civil engineering assistant professor, discusses the disaster iq app, its use during hurricane harvey and what was learned about dispersing critical information during natural disasters. tx.ag/disastertech #disasterresponse#tamuengr#hurricaneharvey#tamu
The #redcross disaster mental health services team is a professionally licensed group of volunteers who assist those affected by disaster and help them manage associated stress. #hurricaneharvey#oneyearlater
Upon the anniversary of hurricane harvey, we would like to reflect on our youth counseling program. teaching kids the necessary skills to confront the emotional trauma of living through a daunting storm was a task true to our cause. what is something you learned to work through after hurricane harvey?
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When hurricane harvey made landfall in coastal bend texas, it ripped apart homes. it became a largely overlooked and under served area. we decided that was unacceptable, and got to work.
after the response work was finished, we began to repair and rebuild homes in the areas. with some guidance from our staff, and the hard work of our volunteers, we were able to transform houses back into homes.
it takes years to recover after a natural disaster. these communities may not be in the news, but the damage from harvey remains. learn more about volunteering with us via the link in our bio. .
As students are returning to school, we are seeing the giant need for school supplies in our community! ✏️📚📒🖍📓
united way msjc will be accepting school supply donations at the walmart in port arthur, on memorial blvd, from 11am-3pm this saturday!
together, let’s make sure that every student has what they need to get this year started. #unitedwefight#unitedwewin
the most traumatizing memory i have is my baby nursery. i spent the last 2 months of my pregnancy planning the look of my nursery, as it was the first room i’d have 100% total control over my husbands once bachelor pad house. my husband likes to have an opinion in all decor as if i wasn’t the one that went to school for it.⠀
i designed this room in a dove gray sherwin williams paint with golden polka dot stickers, a large standing giraffe, an elephant head make out of paper mache, her wooden crib finished in an adorable tutu bed skirt. the color scheme, aesthetics, and vibes were just what i envisioned it would be. ⠀
my baby came home to her nursery and had a night routine since she was born. that was our space to connect as we traveled through our breastfeeding journey. i read her stories while she practiced her tummy time. this was our spot. ⠀
the night the water started pouring into my home, my husband and i started to unplug everything that was connected to the wall and put anything that was on the floor on top of countertops. our dog marley exhausted the number of times she would fall into the water in our guest bedroom as she nervously tried to be with us. eventually she joined us in our bed.⠀
once we got everything in its place my husband told me to get some rest because tomorrow would be a long day. i took the baby out of her crib and placed her into the bed. ⠀
when i woke up to the sounds of my neighbors screaming for help and helicopters flying above, i walked to the front of the house and noticed my baby’s nursery in passing. ⠀
there the reflection of light beamed into her room and i saw the water swaying back and forth, just like an image of a sinking ship that you would see on a pirate movie. just an unreal image of my baby’s room submerged in water. ⠀
my eyes were glued to my baby’s mattress completely under water. ⠀
my baby was just lying in there. ⠀
had stephen not woken up to throw up, we all may be asleep right now. ⠀⠀
for some reason this was the hardest room to leave behind.
After nearly 11 months of pure hell we are finally back in our house. it is truly a miracle to be back home. i never thought i'd see the day that all of us would return (daisy, age 15 included). thank you to everyone that supported me; from letting me stay at your house, to researching potential apartments, those who texted, offering money, food, transportation. those that brought us meals. those who worked long days knocking out sheetrock. those who brought supplies. those who called and listened to me crying into the phone. those who have put up with me endlessly rehashing the series of events.
we will never be the same, most definitely, but trying to put it in the past and move forward.