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The area I was in was an evacuation zone. I lived in a second floor apt. and since they were saying that the main danger from Hugo was going to be the flooding (HA!), I decided to stay put. My son was only 4 months old at the time and the Navy decided to send all the ships out to sea, so my husband was gone too. Everyone I knew was practically begging me to go to the designated shelter, but I just didnt have a good feeling about it, so I held firm. As it was, my apt sustained no damage, nor did my car. The two cars parked beside me on either side were all but demolished and a tree came through the roof of the entry hallway (about three inches on the other side of my dining room wall) but my son and I were fine, amazingly. When reports started to come in on the radio the next day, I found out that the shelter where I would have gone suffered severe flooding, to the point where the adults were having to hold the children up above the tiles in the hung ceiling for a period of about four hours and 4 adults were actually drowned when they were swept out a huge window that had been broken by a tree.
So, ever since then, I've had very strong feelings about forced evacuation in situations like this. As long as people understand that THEY are responsible if they decide not to follow the advice of local officials, then so be it.
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