Two weeks ago the world witnessed our island, a United States Territory and its residents, who are United States citizens, suffer the wrath of a Category 5 storm, ironically named Maria. Although our family’s ocean front apartment survived, many residents did not meet such great fortune.
As I watched this massive storm barrel through the Caribbean towards our island home, I reminisced of similar circumstances 28 years ago.
On September 20, 1989, I felt filled with fear for 2 reasons: Hugo was hitting my beloved home of San Juan and I was awaiting my Florida Bar Results. These were different times: no reliable cell phones, no way of knowing if my parents had survived, and no internet to ascertain if I had passed the Bar. I drove home, opened the mailbox and received wonderful news that I had passed, and was immediately sworn in by the judge who heard my first motion. I later was relieved to discover that my parents survived the storm.
Ordinarily September 20th is a day of celebration but this year it was devastatingly different.