I feel sad about Pensacola. Hubby and I met and married there, and our daughter was born there. I hate to see it get hit again.
Hurricanes are not fun. We lived thru hurricane Hugo in 1989. It was awful. It hit during the night, so we couldn't see what was happening. We stayed in the hall of our house. We expected to die because the walls of the house were shaking so badly, and we could hear the trees crashing down outside.
Evacuations are awful also. We evacuated for hurricane Floyd. Before we left our house, I took pictures, looked around, sighed, and said, "good-bye house." I didn't expect to see it again. I expected it to be destroyed. The traffic lines were long even though they opened up both sides of the highway for one-way traffic. The cars didn't move. We got stuck in a long line of traffic in a remote area. No bathrooms, nothing for about 12 hours. Many people ran out of gas before they even left the city limits. They used duct tape to secure the elderly people from the nursing home in their bus seats. One died in his seat and no one knew it for hours. We had to drive from Charleston, SC, to Knoxville, TN, before we could find a vacant motel room.
We really need to pray for the people in danger of the hurricane.