The Storm and AfterSeveral months ago I wrote this. I’m a Type A list writing person. I thought seeing a concrete list of good things about this town where I live would help me to end a 2 year long pity party about living here. I think it helped. I said I would update it, but never did until now.
|Bates Pike, Cleveland TN.|
Too near to my home...
|Chem light fun!|
My neighbor called and told me that in 2 minutes “The BIG one” was to arrive. In the sideways rain and gale force winds she ran across the street to bring me a giant chem. light. So with a borrowed flashlight and a gifted chem. light we took cover in the basement.
|The gym of Bruce's school. |
And yes, that's the actual sky where the roof should be.
Tornados are like a hit and run car crash. They come without warning leaving ruin and carnage in their wake. But they are gone quickly as well and their victims will never have the satisfaction of seeing who or what was to blame for their damage.
I observed the happenings in Cleveland over the next several days from cyberspace, phone and text messages. In the middle of heartache truly came hope. No one made signs and mugged in front of television cameras begging for help. Everyone just helped. If you had a chainsaw, you used it. Since 2 schools were too damaged to finish the year, other accommodations were made and school supplies were gathered. Too many in fact. Bruce has come home with brand new paper, crayons and pencils.
|The sign on the tree reads|
"God Still Does Miracles"
Then there are those that attribute our good fortune to God. Before building started the developer prayed over the land, and for God's mercy and gracy to be present. He prayed for those who would build the homes and for the souls who would eventually inhabit them.
Whatever it is I will try to go forward lucky and blessed AND armed with a proper flashlight and a weather radio – if I can ever remember to buy them. I remain eternally embarrassed for the neighbor who cleaned out my refridgerator. I owe you a steak dinner.