My cousin goes to the same college as me. My mom called and told me to get a hold of my cousin because there were rumors (which turned out to be true) of people buried alive and, my aunt couldn’t reach him and she’s freaking out because he normally knows to call and she fears he is buried. Now having something to do, I was back to normal again. One of the things they had been doing while we were inside was sending around a sheet for everyone to sign. They had sent all of it to the one student who had managed to get out with her laptop and she was making a roll of people accounted for (the teachers were mostly at home when it hit at 7:02PM). I found her and asked if my cousin’s name had been found. She said no, but that she was not finished going through them and that there were some students over in our science building that she did not have a list of. So I started walking up and down every hallway, using the light of my cell phone to find people and ask if they had seen him. Nope. Soon the people from the science building were brought in, though I did not find that out till they began moving us outside. A second wave of storms was on its way and they were sending us to employees’ and friends’ of the university houses that were nearby. Right before we left, though I still had not found him, three people completely separate from each other said they had seen him at the science building and that he was fine. So I called him, but I could not get a hold of him, so I left a message saying that he needed to call his mom ASAP to let her know he was not buried or something else. Unfortunately, he must have a twin on campus. My cousin is Kevin Furniss, one of the students buried alive for hours in the collapsed commons. I don’t think I have ever asked him if he got that message, I was too embarrassed. Though for several days he could not walk or feel his legs, he soon made a full recovery. When I got to the place I was staying that night, a total stranger to me, the adrenaline finally wore off. I was shaky, dazed, and had no interest in anything. The people could not have been nicer, they offered to cook me anything I liked, offered me all the entertainment they had, but for the next day and a half, I would not eat, only occasionally drink a little water. I called my mom to let her know I was safe for the night, then stayed up watching the news, numb, but waiting for updates, thinking about how many funerals I would probably be attending in the next week. Dr. Dockery, our school president, was tearing up every time he updated everyone through the news media. Amazingly, all of the students buried under hundreds of pounds of concrete were pulled out alive, limbs crushed, but heads and torso miraculously spared. By the end of the night, though we still were not sure everyone was accounted for, everyone we thought we had at least heard from and they were all alive. I felt sick the whole night though, wanting to do something but unable to do anything I knew would help and doing anything else felt meaningless. So I just sat there. Praying sometimes, sometimes just sitting. My sleep that night was fitful, with me dozing only to dream of friends in the hospital screaming for help from me and waking up less than 5 minutes later. I did not sleep well for over a week and it was several before I slept through a whole night. Soon, we learned that indeed everyone had lived, despite the grim odds left behind by the 260+mph EF4 tornado that destroyed 70% of the housing facilities (which at 7 in the evening is where most of us were). The first responders trained for these situations had radio backed to prepare for 100 casualties minimal to the hospitals, I assume to help them quickly process the ones that were likely to show up dead so the could treat the living. God truly is amazing, however. Not only did everyone live, but everyone is expected to make a full recovery, though some will be in recovery for over a year at home with months of rehab and physical therapy. But if you look at the damage (which there are plenty of photos on the internet) and read about all the fatalities across several states, it is easy to see we are blessed. Praise be to God!!! For Your mercies are indeed new every morning! Hallelujah praise be to Your name! I am humbled in Your presence and in your compassion. Praise and Thanks be to YHWH, the LORD Almighty!!!.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/41208530@N00/sets/72157603861654921/ http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,328885,00.htmlPS I tried to keep names out. I named my cousin because multiple networks interviewed him and his name can easily be found.
Which Final Fantasy Character Are You?
Final Fantasy 7
"The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say."
-Fellowship of the Ring, by JRR Tolkien
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"...And let us run with endurance the race that God has set before us." -Hebrews 12:1b (NLT)