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    It's been over a month since the tornado struck my hometown. I'd like to say that things are finally back to normal.

    But they're not. I don't know if they'll ever be, at least not completely. Until that day, we never thought anything like that could happen to us. For those of you who have no idea where Big Stone Gap is, it's a teeny little town of about 5,000 people, tucked snugly into the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. We have approximately 10 traffic lights, and in the winter months our sole attraction is Wal-Mart. In the summer, we host one of the longest running outdoor dramas in Virginia, the Trail of the Lonesome Pine Outdoor Drama. It's a place where everybody knows everybody else, or they know somebody who knows somebody who knows your daddy. Get the picture?

    I've often complained that everybody knows everybody else's business in that town, but I realized that there's an upside to that, too. In the days following the tornado, word traveled fast. People flocked from miles around to help us recover. Benefit concerts were staged, food and clothing drives were launched. It's humbling to see how many people really cared about us.

    Now, a month later, the mess has mostly been cleaned up, although some people are still waiting on insurance claims and repairs to be finalized. The park has been drastically straightened but still isn't open to the public--although they are allowing teams to use the baseball field. Those kids playing T-ball or baseball brought the first signs of life and laughter to that place since the storm last month. The sight and sound gave me hope, hope that things would eventually get back to normal--or at least reasonably close. Yes, many homes are gone, and some of the items damaged or lost can't be replaced. And yes, the trees that once provided shade to the folks at the picnic tables are gone, too.

    But maybe, just maybe, all wasn't lost. We regained a sense of community that we've long been lacking. We gained an appreciation for each other, for our rescue workers, and for the God who brought us through this without one loss of life. Even though some people lost a lot, we can still be grateful for life and for second chances. That's something to think about, isn't it? 

Thursday, March 06, 2008

  • From the Damage

    " A powerful storm cell savaged Big Stone Gap on Tuesday, leaving behind a swath of destruction while emergency responders from across Wise County and the region struggled to cope with the aftermath..."--From The Kingsport Times

    They aren't kidding.

    You never expect something like that to happen in your own backyard. At the time the storm occurred, I didn't fully realize how much damage it would do--or the effect it would have on our town. But after the fact...well, it's a different story.

    Our power stayed off for about 3 hours that night, and our cable didn't come back until 11:00 (or a little after). I had to garner information about the aftermath of the storm from the police scanner.

    The Weather Bureau has confirmed that an F1 tornado touched down. I believe it. Several homes were destroyed, and many more were damaged. I've also heard that part of the roof of our town hall is currently laying in the parking lot.

    I think what scared me the most was the thought that somebody I loved could have been injured or even killed in that storm. When the power came back on, I called the people I knew who lived near the park and museum. All of them were fine, thankfully, and Dad and I were lucky, too. We had no discernible damage to our house, and our neighbors were okay as well. My heart breaks for those who weren't so lucky, the ones who lost their homes or sustained major damage to them. I wish there was something I could do to help.

    The rescue workers were wonderful. From what I heard, ambulance, fire department, and police workers flocked from Appalachia, Duffield, and possibly even Lee County to help sift through the mess. There's still a lot of debris, and I imagine there will be for a while.

    I'm still a little shaken up by the events. Yes, my family and I are fine, and I thank God for that. I just never expected anything like this to happen to my town, to the people I know. It's sobering and frightening and...God only knows what else. Please keep our little town in your prayers. We need all the help we can get to recover from this.

    Here are some pictures from http://www.wdbj7.com/Global/story.asp?S=7966494:

     

    Also, here's a link to a video of the damage to Bullitt Park (our public park):

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wu6vWKF5c94

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

  • "True nobility lies not in being superior to another man, but in being superior to one's previous self." --Hindustan proverb

     

    I remember when I was five and fell off the merry-go-round at the park.

     

    It wasn't one of those things that played music as you bobbed up and down on colorful animals. No, it was an old, slightly beaten-looking hunk of metal with bars that you hung onto as you spun around. No automation for that thing; you used your own power to move it. I remember being there with some friends and/or cousins, and it was my turn to help push. We ran faster and faster and then leaped onto the spinning platform. Well, at least my cousin did. I fell in mid-leap. I'm graceful like that. Between tears and hiccups, I watched everybody else laugh as they spun around and around. The world was still moving for them; for me, however, it had temporarily stood still.

     

    Life is kind of like that, isn't it? You watch other people experience things that you long to have for yourself. But like the five-year-old who fell off the merry-go-round, it just isn't your time yet--and that's not an easy thing to accept.

     

    I found my "senior letter" the other day, the one that my English teacher insisted that we write.  We were told to write about our hopes and dreams, as well as our favorite memories of high school. A year later, the teachers would mail our letters to us so that we could see how things had turned out.

     

    I looked at the dreams that I'd so painstakingly detailed on that piece of paper, and I'm nowhere close to where I thought I'd be. I'd written that I either wanted to be a nurse or a writer, and I'm not doing either. I still do news stories on occasion, but they're for T.V., not the newspaper. I took a slightly different path than I planned, but look at the amazing experiences I'd have missed if I'd stayed on the path I once chose. I probably wouldn't have visited Europe, I wouldn't have met my amazing friends at King, and it's likely that I wouldn't have gotten to do theater, either, where I met many wonderful people also. Sometimes we don't take the path we intended, but maybe it's the one that God wanted for us all along.

     

    And while I don't like to remember that shy, uncertain 17-year-old that I was when I wrote that letter, I do recall how far I've come. I'm not that shy little girl anymore, but I still have her big heart and her zeal to make a difference in somebody's life. I've learned from some of my past mistakes, although some were more painful than others (like the two skinned knees I got at the park). I know my time on the merry-go-round will come again, but maybe this time I'll be more prepared to jump on and let the world spin as it may.

Friday, February 01, 2008

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