In the Eye of a Hurricane: The Story Behind Alexander Hamilton's Arrival in America
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There is a song, in the hit musical Hamilton, titled Hurricane. The lyrics of the first four verses are:   In the eye of a hurricane There is quiet For just a moment A yellow sky When I was seventeen a hurricane Destroyed my town I didn't drown I couldn't seem to die I wrote my way out Wrote everything down far as I could see I wrote my way out I looked up and the town had its eyes on me They passed a plate around Total strangers Moved to kindness by my story Raised enough for me to book passage on a Ship that was New York bound   Now, here’s the rest of the story.   When Alexander Hamilton was 17 years old he was living in the Caribbean, on an island called St. Croix. At this point in his life his mother had died and he was taken in by a sea merchant named Thomas Stevens. Hamilton showed early signs of brilliance and ambition, but his prospects were limited by his illegitimate birth and lack of financial resources.   In August of 1772, a major hurricane hit the Caribbean, devastating the island of St. Croix. The destruction was immense, and many people were left homeless. The hurricane had a profound impact on the community, and Hamilton’s response to his first hand account of the hurricane was to write a detailed account of the disaster to the Royal Danish American newspaper. The letter gives profound insight into the mind and theology of the 17 year old Hamilton.   He speaks in a scriptural tone as he relays his feelings of God, amidst the backdrop of destruction:   “He who gave the winds to blow, and the lightnings to rage—even him have I always loved and served. His precepts have I observed. His commandments have I obeyed—and his perfections have I adored. He will snatch me from ruin. He will exalt me to the fellowship of Angels and Seraphs, and to the fullness of never ending joys.”
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