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PLEASE note that we have permission to print your story online and let us know the town and state and the month and year of the event. I grew up both a little frightened and excited by storms and tornadoes. My mamaw and great grandmother were both horrified of storms, probably an undiagnosed case of lilapsophobia or astraphobia.
For me, the sound of the nuclear plant sirens being used as tornado sirens was the scariest. Anyway, I began to study and learn as much about severe weather as I could. In the 8th grade, a tornado hit our small town and killed one man.
I sat by a wall in my classroom that was mostly glass windows To the woman in front of me there was some communication between classrooms that our county was under warning, but we never went into the hallway. I actually stopped the lesson and told the teacher that the sky was turning an ugly, almost evil, green color. My teacher said, "class, I don't think we are in Kansas anymore.
April 27, was a sad and horrific day for the southeast. I worked at a hardware store and although we weren't directly hit, 2 inch PVC pipe was sucked from outdoor racks and shot 14 inches into a neighboring yard. Later that night, I found mail in my yard from Cullman, Alabama. I prayed that night he and my neighbor Mrs. Brooks were safe. My mother and aunt saw insulation and siding scattered in our yard. We remember 2x4s flying high up in the sky like helicopter propellers.
We were blessed and spared that day. Fast forward almost 9 years, I was visiting a friend's house for an Easter cookout. I was well aware of threat of the storms going into the night. Around am, my neighbor of few words sent a text that read "hey, bubba-tree on your bedroom. I have a saw if you need it. Frustrated, I jumped in my car and headed home. It was odd because with the rain, I figured the atmosphere had stabilized some.
Anyway, I pulled in and it was lightly raining. He nonchalantly raised his beer and nodded. I unlocked the door, grabbed a hoodie and turned the lights on and went to assess the damage with the saw in hand. It was roughly am as I got to the tree I realized my pink robe sporting neighbor had put his ladder up for me right where I needed it. So I primed and fired up the saw and went halfway up the ladder to get the heaviest part off the roof. The rain had picked up and I began cutting, my mind thinking about how to cover the roof.
I had forgotten the weather. As I argued in my mind, almost in a trance, about the quickest and easiest way to get this done, it was like someone snapped their fingers in my face. It was like I woke up and realized it was deadly still. No rain, no breeze, just the saw rumbling and vibrating my hand. Out of the corner of my eye I see my pink robe sporting hero, and I do mean hero, waving both hands, one of which still clung to a beer. I cut the saw off and looked at him as he began pointing off towards the west. It was then that heard the rumble of the notorious freight train.
I saw power flashes and knew it was coming. I dropped the saw, which stuck straight up in the ground, and gracefully slid down the ladder, which I am a grizzly bear of a man at lbs with the height 5'7" and heart of a teddy bear. So graceful wasn't typically used to describe me. I grabbed his saw and noticed, like a ghost, he was gone inside. I rounded the carport and flung open the door and just like I would any other day, kinda flung it behind my back to close it with three fingers, only to have it meet the wind and come back on me.
I slammed it shut as the power went out. My living room looked eerie as I could see flashes of lightening as well as power flashes.
My mind was racing with a million thoughts, regrets, prayers, etc. I heard things slamming my house, then the sheetrock overhead fell down and it sounded like my roof lifted and came back down. I heard the sound of nails being pulled out of wood, glass breaking, and then the scariest sound I've ever heard, and pray that I never hear again. It was a groan. A moaning. And I can only describe it as evil.
It caused me to shake head to toe, and that shaking continued on from April 12 until the day I met my girlfriend in early August. I suddenly felt something hit my head and everything was peaceful. I opened my eyes and moved part of the ceiling truss that had concussed me. I felt warmth on my wet head coming from a small cut. I was confused and very thirsty. I walked into the kitchen, kicking debris out of the way, and got an undisturbed glass from my counter and chugged a full glass of water. It came back to me slowly as I stared into the darkness of my living room, where I could see the moon peeking through the clouds through the holes in my ceiling, and even then it felt unreal.
I went outside to see my car, completely and thickly covered in mud and grass, only on one side.
I got blinded by a light as i exited the carport. It "the robe man", coming to check on me. I asked if he and his wife, or "ole lady" as he called her, were ok. He shook his head yes while giving me the ok symbol with his right hand, and a coffee mug, with instant coffee inside, had replaced his beer in his left hand.
I stood there and tears poured down my face, not from the dislocated shoulder or pounding headache from the concussion, but from the thankfulness I felt for him for the saw and for standing outside to warn me. He opened his arms and I hugged that man so hard he tapped my shoulder because I was squeezing him. We were blessed that day because aside from a few injuries, no fatalities were reported from my town. As for my shaking, it continued, along with occasional nightmares, until that following August until my I met my girlfriend.
She noticed the shaking and understood why it was happening. But like a miracle, she took it away from me. Now the only time I shake is because I still get butterflies everytime I see her come through the door. Be safe folks. Be weather aware. And never judge a man in a pink bathrobe. I heard the siren go off and grabbed my kids and we took shelter in the laundry hallway.
The tornado was in our back yard! The tornado picked us up with the hardwood floor and landed us feet across the street! We lost everything! I could feel my guardian Angel right behind us hovering over us to protect us. We had minimum injuries. The scariest night of my life. Our lives have been forever changed since that early morning tornado. I was about 6 or 7 years old, living in Lincoln, NE, and ready to end the school year. Coming home from school one day, I saw a dark blue to gray cloud coming towards my house.
It was weird because as a little kid I probably wouldn't know what a supercell was. I saw my mom's car and then heard her yell my name. It scared me because she was so loud and said to get in the car now. I didn't know what was happening so I ran to the car and got in. She immediately started the car and told me to buckle up. So I did and she backed out. That is when I looked back at the cloud and it terrified me.To the woman in front of me
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