Hurricane Florence a year ago. We planned to ride it out as we were on a hill and in an area where the winds wouldn’t be bad. Mostly ignored the news, too. The night before, I got this huge pit of fear in my stomach and begged my dad for us to go stay with my sister a few hours inland. He fought with me about it but I finally convinced him.
We came back a week later to find a tree fallen into our house, the house full of water. A tornado formed in the woods behind the house and pushed the tree up a 45 degree slope into our roof and through our house. Now, I will always trust my gut feeling, no matter how stupid it seems