You guys.
My grandmother's little trailer park in Petal, Mississippi was hit by an EF4 tornado almost two weeks ago.
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This trailer was two doors down from my grandmother's | . |
So she prayed.
And then she heard things begin to hit her trailer and she sensed a sudden change in the pressure of the air all around her, but she kept praying.
And then it stopped.
And when it was through, there was destruction and devastation all around her. But her little home, although badly damaged, was still standing and she was unharmed from the storm.

What really touched me were the hundreds of volunteers that I saw everywhere. I get a lump in my throat when I think about driving into that trailer park and being greeted by people who asked "What can we do to help you?" So many men, women, and children pulled together from the Hattiesburg, Petal, and surrounding areas.
There were a group of five or six men from my grandmother's church who showed up bright and early on Saturday morning and worked all day long to move all of her big furniture into storage.
They moved a piano, y'all. A piano.
And about a dozen other pieces of heavy furniture. I don't know what we would have done without them.

(And I know that Petal was not the only city hit. Hattiesburg was also badly hit. And my alma mater, USM.)
I was completely overwhelmed by the outpouring of kindness and generosity. And I wish I could thank everyone, but I don't know who everyone is. But if you are reading this and you helped on that day or any day, thank you. It means more than you know that you jumped in like that.
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