A storm surge warning has been reissued for several areas in Florida as Milton intensifies with wind speeds of 161 km/h, continuing to strengthen and becoming a major hurricane by the end of October 7th.
Residents along Florida’s coast have just endured the devastating Hurricane Helene in recent days and now face new evacuation orders as the U.S. National Hurricane Center (NHC) on October 7th warned that Hurricane Milton is strengthening to Category 3 on the five-tier scale, with the potential to cause severe damage.
The NHC noted that a storm surge warning has been reissued for several areas in Florida as Milton intensifies with wind speeds of 161 km/h, continuing to strengthen and becoming a major hurricane by the end of October 7th.
The hurricane is expected to move north of the Yucatán Peninsula and cross the southern Gulf of Mexico on October 7th-8th. It could potentially make landfall on Florida’s west coast.
The risk of storm surge during Hurricane Milton could reach 0.6 to 1.2 meters above sea level along the northern coast of the Yucatán Peninsula, causing large, destructive waves.
According to the NHC, major hurricanes—Category 3 or higher—have a minimum wind speed of 178 km/h and pose the risk of “catastrophic damage,” even to well-constructed homes. Power and water outages may last for several days or weeks after the storm passes.
Tampa County official Jane Castor stated that the area is still recovering from Hurricane Helene, and the incoming rain from Milton will add more challenges, not to mention storm surges and wind damage.
President Joe Biden emphasized that the federal government is preparing resources for storm response and rescue efforts.
Earlier that day, Florida Governor Ron DeSantis extended the state of emergency to 51 of the state’s 67 counties, warning that Hurricane Milton could have “significant impacts.”
Meanwhile, rescue teams are still racing to find those missing after Hurricane Helene, which hit the U.S. on September 27th, resulting in 225 fatalities across several states.
Single Father of Two Daughters Wakes Up to Make Breakfast, Discovers It’s Already Prepared
As a single dad juggling work and two young daughters, Jack never expected to find a stranger’s homemade pancakes on his kitchen table one morning. When he discovers the mysterious benefactor, her shocking story of hardship and gratitude changes his life forever, forging an unexpected bond between them.
Being a single dad to two little girls, Emma, who was 4, and Lily, who was 5, was the hardest job I ever had. My wife left us to travel the world, and now it was just me and the girls. I loved them more than anything, but balancing work, cooking, and taking care of everything at home left me exhausted.
Every morning, I woke up early. First, I went to wake the girls.
“Emma, Lily, time to get up!” I called softly, opening their bedroom door.
Lily rubbed her eyes and sat up. “Good morning, Daddy,” she said, yawning.
Emma, still half asleep, mumbled, “I don’t want to get up.”
I smiled. “Come on, sweetie. We have to get ready for daycare.”
I helped them get dressed. Lily picked her favorite dress, the one with the flowers, while Emma chose her pink shirt and jeans. Once they were dressed, we all headed downstairs.
I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. The plan was simple: oatmeal with milk. But when I entered the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks. There, on the table, were three plates of freshly made pancakes with jam and fruit.
“Girls, did you see this?” I asked, puzzled.
Lily’s eyes widened. “Wow, pancakes! Did you make them, Daddy?”
I shook my head. “No, I didn’t. Maybe Aunt Sarah stopped by early.”
I picked up my phone and called my sister, Sarah.
“Hey, Sarah, did you come by this morning?” I asked as soon as she picked up.
“No, why?” Sarah sounded confused.
“Never mind, it’s nothing,” I said, hanging up. I checked the doors and windows, but everything was locked. There was no sign of anyone breaking in.
“Is it safe to eat, Daddy?” Emma asked, looking at the pancakes with big eyes.
I decided to taste them first. They were delicious and seemed perfectly fine. “I think it’s okay. Let’s eat,” I said.
The girls cheered and dug into their breakfast. I couldn’t stop thinking about who could have made the pancakes. It was strange, but I decided to let it go for now. I had to get to work.
After breakfast, I dropped Emma and Lily off at daycare. “Have a good day, my loves,” I said, kissing them goodbye.
At work, I couldn’t focus. My mind kept going back to the mysterious pancakes. Who could have done it? Why? When I returned home that evening, I got another surprise. The lawn, which I hadn’t had time to mow, was neatly cut.
I stood in my yard, scratching my head. “This is getting weird,” I muttered to myself. I checked the house again, but everything was in order.
The next morning, I decided to find out who was helping me. I got up earlier than usual and hid in the kitchen, peeking through a small gap in the door. At 6 a.m., I saw a woman climb in through the window.
She was wearing old postal worker clothes. I watched as she started washing the dishes from the night before. She then pulled out some cottage cheese from her bag and began making pancakes.
My stomach growled loudly. The woman turned around, startled. She quickly turned off the gas and ran towards the window.
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