Donna Fagersten had taken refuge at a friend’s home on the top floor as Hurricane Helene tore through northern Florida, leaving a devastating trail of destruction and more than 100 casualties in the southeastern U.S.
As the storm appeared to calm, the 66-year-old teacher, just days away from her retirement, made a fateful choice to return home to rescue her cat.
When Hurricane Helene hit Florida on September 26, 2024, around 11 p.m., the Category 4 storm triggered flash floods, forcing residents to scramble for safety. One of the hardest-hit areas was Pinellas County, particularly in the Tampa Bay region, where at least 11 people lost their lives.
Among the victims was Donna Fagersten, a second-grade teacher from Ponce De Leon Elementary in Pinellas County.
According to her best friend Heather Anne Boles, Donna was set to retire the following week after dedicating 35 years to teaching. When the storm hit, Donna sought shelter with Boles and her partner, Mike Moran. As the storm surge rushed in, they retreated to the third floor of Boles’ mother’s home, across from the beach where Donna lived.
Boles recalled that as the storm seemed to settle, Donna insisted on going home to check on her cat, despite Boles’ pleas to stay. Tragically, another surge and high winds returned, battering the coastline.
A neighbor later came to their shelter, reporting that someone had been found floating in the parking garage. They quickly pulled Donna from the water and began CPR, but despite their efforts and the arrival of fire rescue by boat, they were unable to revive her.
Detectives later confirmed that Donna had drowned in her home, which had been flooded with water.
Family and friends have since remembered Donna as a “beautiful person” who was deeply committed to her students and community. In a Facebook post, Mary Gleason Lyons, a colleague and friend, described Donna as a dedicated teacher with a big heart, touching the lives of many students over her 35-year career.
Online tributes poured in, with former students and friends expressing their sadness at her passing and remembering her kindness and warmth.
While Boles and Moran are now left to clean up after the floods, which destroyed most of their belongings, the loss of their best friend is what hurts the most. “This is the worst we have ever seen,” Boles said, reflecting on the storm’s destruction compared to Hurricane Irma, where they managed to keep their home and belongings intact.
On a positive note, Donna’s cat survived, and her friends are working to find him a new home.
Hurricane Helene, which cut a destructive 800-mile path northward, left more than 2 million homes without power and claimed over 100 lives, according to USA Today.
My Ex Abandoned His Son with Me for a Decade — Now He’s Back, and He Brought a Lawyer
Ten years after disappearing without a word, Sara’s ex-fiancé, Daniel, showed up at her front door with a lawyer, demanding custody of the son he had left behind. As Sara fights to keep the life she’s built with Adam, buried secrets start to surface, and the real reason for Daniel’s sudden return threatens to turn her world upside down.
Yesterday, Adam was getting ready for school upstairs while I enjoyed the last sip of my morning coffee. The doorbell rang, and I thought it might be a neighbor or maybe the mailman delivering a package I’d forgotten about.
But when I opened the door, my heart sank.
It was Daniel.
I hadn’t thought about Daniel in years. Sometimes he’d come to mind when Adam asked about his dad, or in quiet moments before sleep. But this… this was not how I expected to see him again.
He stood there, ten years older but still familiar. Next to him was another man, stiff, in an expensive suit, holding a folder — he was clearly a lawyer.
“Why are you here?” I managed to say, my voice shaky but steady.
Daniel didn’t waste time with greetings. He never did. “I’m here to take back my son.”
My heart stopped. Ten years of silence, and now he thought he could just walk in and take Adam? No, this couldn’t be real.
“You’re not taking him,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper. “You have no right.”
The lawyer stepped forward, handing me the folder. “Ma’am, you’ve been served.”
My hands shook as I took the papers. Words like “custody,” “contest,” and “court” blurred on the page.
The life I’d built with Adam was about to come crashing down.
Ten years ago
Daniel entered my life with his three-year-old son, Adam, from a previous marriage. Daniel was charming but troubled, and I thought I could help him heal.
Adam was the best part of it all. With his big eyes and warm laugh, he brought light into my life. I became his stepmom as Daniel and I built a life together, feeling like I’d found where I belonged.
Then one morning, Daniel was gone. I thought he’d gone for a run or out for coffee, but hours passed. My calls went to voicemail.
Finally, I found a note: “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”
That was all. No reason, no warning. Just those empty words. I sat there in shock, feeling my heart break.
Adam was too young to understand. “Daddy said he had to leave,” he said. “But he said he’d come back one day.”
Days turned into months. Adam stopped asking about his dad, and I stopped pretending to know if he’d return.
After Daniel left, my nightmare began. Child Protective Services got involved, questioning my role as a stepmom. To them, I had no legal right to Adam, despite being the only mother he knew.
I fought hard, enduring sleepless nights and court hearings. They questioned everything, but I refused to give up.
Finally, I won. I adopted Adam, making him mine legally. I promised that no one would ever take him from me again.
But now, after ten years, Daniel was standing on my doorstep, ready to destroy everything I’d built.
The present day
I stared at the papers, feeling rage and fear. Adam’s father. Custody. Court. The words hammered in my mind.
“Mom?” Adam’s small voice broke through. He’d heard everything.
I turned to him, forcing a smile I didn’t feel. “It’s going to be fine,” I lied.
But it wasn’t fine.
I hired a lawyer the next day. I would not let Daniel take Adam without a fight. As the case unfolded, we discovered the truth. Daniel’s return wasn’t about love or regret.
Adam’s grandfather on his mother’s side had recently left a large inheritance, and Daniel had found out. That’s why he was back, aiming for custody to get access to the money.
The realization hit hard. How could I explain to Adam that his father wasn’t here for him, but for his inheritance?
The court date arrived all too soon. My lawyer, Judith, had prepared me, but nothing could ease the pain of facing Daniel, knowing he was trying to tear apart our lives.
Daniel’s lawyer argued that as Adam’s biological father, he had the right to custody, painting Daniel as a man who had made mistakes but was ready to step up.
Mistake? He’d abandoned us.
Judith spoke next, presenting the facts. Daniel hadn’t been in Adam’s life for a decade. He’d never called, visited, or sent a letter. And then Judith revealed the inheritance.
“Mr. Harris’s return is not a coincidence,” she stated. “This is not about reconnecting with his son. This is about money.”
Daniel looked down, his face tight as his lawyer whispered in his ear.
The judge, a calm woman, turned to Adam. “Adam,” she said gently. “You’re thirteen now. I’d like to hear from you.”
Adam glanced nervously at me, then stood, his voice shaky but firm.
“Sara has been my mom,” he began. “She’s the one who’s been there for me. I don’t know the man over there. I want to stay with the only mom I’ve ever known.”
The courtroom went silent.
The judge nodded. “Thank you, Adam. Your decision is clear.”
With that, the gavel struck. Adam would stay with me.
Daniel left without looking back, vanishing from our lives once more.
Outside, Adam turned to me with a small smile. “I’m glad it’s over, Mom.”
“So am I,” I whispered, hugging him tightly.
As we left, Adam looked at me thoughtfully. “What do we do with the inheritance now?”
I smiled. “It’s yours, Adam. For your future, whatever you choose.”
He looked up at me with warmth. “My future is with you, Mom.”
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