Jaebeom is a perfectionist who has a decent English vocabulary but refuses to speak to anyone, as he knows his accent and skills are not perfect. He is challenged to by the CEO of JYP Entertainment to go to the States for specialty English Language...
Saturday morning I was up and off to the Inchon airport bright and early. With the exception of Youngjae, who had gone home last night due to his cat allergies, everyone had an early breakfast with me before departure. Jackson assured me they would set up a cat care schedule so Nora, Kunta, and Odd would be taken care of until I returned.
The trip to the airport and my flight to Atlanta were relatively uneventful. Arriving in Atlanta, I made my way to the car rentals and discovered that JYP had booked a four wheel drive, just in case I needed it due to flood waters and debris from the storm damage. Before departing the airport, I check online to make sure I-75 was clear all the way to Ft. Myers. With the exception of a few accidents, south bound looked clear of any major problems. I also took a moment to try calling Sharay, but since the lines were apparently still out of service in her areas, I opted to send a text and also a message on Facebook, reasoning that if phone and internet service resumed she would at least know I was on my way back early.
Both messages read the same:
//Driving to Ft. Myers from Atlanta. Estimate my arrival tonight (Saturday). If you get this, CALL ME!!! BTW you are in big trouble for not telling me about the hurricanes. Hoping and praying you and the family are alright. Jaebeom//
Since I had slept, though not that well, on the plane, I was rested enough to drive straight through without any stops other than to grab a bite from time to time and stretch my legs. When I reached Sarasota, I filled up the car's tank. I reasoned that if the power was still out, the pumps wouldn't be functional in Ft. Myers and I wanted to have plenty of gasoline in case of an emergency.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
As I pulled off I-75 onto Alico Road, I saw the devastation on my right caused by what must have been a tornado. Though the Family Dollar and Race Trac had been spared, the fields nearby had been ripped to shreds. My anxiety level skyrocketed as I turned into Sharay's subdivision. I was so afraid of what I would see.
Turning on to the street, I noticed many uprooted trees, houses with shingles ripped off, fences torn up and strewn about, and even a couple of homes with shattered windows. Further down I was able to make out in the waning summer evening light that Sharay's house was intact. The pent up anxiety I had been feeling for about 25 hours hit me full force. Apparently, I had been running on pure adrenaline. The result was immediate and extreme fatigue.
I turned into the driveway, only to spot Sharay, Sam, and Daniel working in the front yard. Daniel was heading towards the side of the house picking up debris and placing it in a garbage container, while Sharay and her dad were removing metals panels from the windows. I approached without them noticing because of the noise of the battery powered drill being used to remove metal panels.
As I exited the car, Sam turned to Sharay and said, "Back in a minute. Just need to get us something to put these screws in," and headed into the house.
