My dog is
sleeping because that's what she does on gray days. She's never written
anything in her life and wouldn't store it in plastic bins in the basement,
if she had.
Since I'm
too scattered to come up with anything new, here's another flashback,
which ran in the Milton Standard-Journal on June 5, 1998.
Tornado
lessons
Driving
back from the Warrior Run commencement ceremony on Tuesday night, I could
have died.
Well, that's
what I was thinking at the time. A blue tension electrified the air; funky
looking clouds swirled in the sky; rain drove in sheets. As I sped down
Front Street in Milton, hail pummeled my truck. A tornado was scheduled
to twist through Milton in a matter of minutes.
That's when
I realized, I have no basement.
Pink Floyd
hummed on the radio as I turned the wheel and headed toward my mom's house,
thinking "home." I wondered if I'd make it or if the tornado
would spin across the river, pluck up my puny truck, and toss me into
oblivion.
Across the
river, the rain was already gone; it had blown through the Lewisburg area
at 35 miles an hour, headed east toward Danville. I knew, deep down, that
I was safe, but I stayed in Mom's basement for awhile, just to be sure.
The dog
watched us with confusion, as he tried to get comfortable on the cellar
steps. Why on earth were these people down here? When would we go back
upstairs, where the carpet was comfy and the light was better?
I remembered
something my brother had said to me only last weekend: "You know
you're getting older when you have a lot of 'I could have died' stories."
But from
these heart-pumping escapes, we can draw strength. Like Carlos Castenada
wrote in The Teachings of Don Juan, the first step to a shaman's
power is realizing that Death lurks behind your left shoulder.
In other
words, none of us is immortal. But we can live to the fullest the moments
that we have. Before I lose you by getting sappy, let me share a few of
the lessons I gathered in Tuesday night's race with a tornado.
o Family
is where it's at. Sure, I could have huddled in the basement in the Warrior
Run High School -- and maybe I should have -- but I was willing to risk
being crushed by terrific winds to spend those moments with family instead.
o Know what's
really important. You know what I took in the basement with me? My purse,
my camera bag and my notebook. The tornado could take my pick-up truck
and all its contents, but I was not going to let it steal tomorrow's story!
Whether that's noble or pathetic, I can't tell you.
o Cats truly
are different from dogs. In the case of a tornado, a dog will follow you
into the basement and stare at you with befuddled eyes. A cat, on the
other hand, will dash into the wind and, for all we know, spin around
for awhile in gale force blasts. Then he will arrive at your door, hours
later, slightly damp and purring.
o Always
buy (or rent) a house with an actual basement. (Or, at least one you're
willing to enter in case of an emergency.)
o Wear comfortable
shoes. I have a pair of sandles that makes my ankle turn unexpectedly
when I walk too fast. Fortunately, I was wearing my clunky black shoes
that night. I could never have outrun a tornado in those lame sandles.
o You really
don't need that pack of chocolate donuts. Embarrassing confession: On
my way to shelter, I almost stopped at a Coastal Mart and bought some
of those chocolate frosted Donut Gems. This despite the fact that I'm
on a diet. This despite the fact that a tornado could well have been gaining
on me. Essentially, I had to choose between chocolate donuts and avoiding
death. And I hesitated.
It all worked
out for the best, though. Mom had saved me some chocolate cupcakes.
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