Living in Texas, tornadoes are just something we have to deal with. I have witnessed the wreckage and have been within just a few miles of the path of several storms, but never have I actually seen a tornado up close… until yesterday.
Rachel, my oldest daughter is a Marketer in the medical field and yesterday I decided to tag along on a few of her calls. Suddenly, as we were driving, the sky began to get very dark and it began to hail. We stopped under an overpass to get out of the hail and within a minute or two the hail stopped. Then everything got real still, that’s when all hell broke loose. I did not film this video but we were one exit to the north, and as we turned to the left and looked behind us, this is what we saw.
Twelve different tornadoes ripped across Texas, leaving behind a path of utter destruction, but as of yet no fatalities and very few injuries, which is a miracle in itself. I awoke this morning to the birds singing and the sun shining. In true Texas fashion, the weather today is glorious. Not a hint of the fury unleashed upon us yesterday. What a perfect day to count my many blessings, snap a few photos and not look back on what could have been.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved animals. As a child of three or four, after being read The Frog Prince, my mother found me in the bathroom holding a poor frog in the sink. My mom said, “Sister, what in the world are you doing with that frog?” I replied, “I’m giving him a bath so I can kiss him to see if he’ll turn into a prince.” I have no idea what I planned to do with him once he did turn into a prince, my plan was not very well thought out at that age, but I did know I wanted him to be clean first. I’m still a little quirky about things needing to be clean. Anyway, I digress.
Much to my parents chagrin, I’ve always been one of those kids that brought home every stray animal I came across. My first dog was a stray Australian Shepherd pup that I called Snoopy. He was my best friend and constant companion for many years.
I can’t imagine a child growing up without the opportunity to care for and love a pet. Thank God my parents allowed me to have all of my pets over the years.
As a teenager, shortly after getting my driver’s license, I hit a big jack rabbit. Mortified and close to tears, I cautiously got out of the car and went back to check on him. I didn’t see any injuries, but he was knocked out cold. I grabbed him up and placed him on the back seat of my car and started home. Before long, he regained his faculties and was doing a very good impersonation of “Ping, Ping, PING! Ricochet Rabbit!” all over the inside of my car. When I finally pulled over, I was screaming as if a machete wielding Jason Vorhees himself was sitting on the seat beside me. I threw open the door and sprinted halfway down the road before looking back over my shoulder. Out leapt Mr. Ricochet, none the worse for wear, and happily disappeared into the neighboring field. Tricks apparently aren’t just for kids after all.
To be continued…