Everyone Knows It's Windy (A Dramatic Understatement for March 15)

Dear community friends,

How are you holding up?

Really, what else is there to talk about other than the tornado right now?

Here is our story: I left , while the second round of (tornado) sirens was sounding. I live only four blocks away (we live on Second Street). I hurried into our drive, and beelined for the basement, where Ben, Logan and Paige were already safely tucked. We could hear the tornado in the distance. The kids' eyes were like saucers. Ben and I kept apprised of the tornado's progress on radar with our cell phones. Then it was time to move into the most interior, protected room in our house, the small bathroom in the basement.

Ben and I were committed to staying calm and keeping upbeat for Logan and Paige. "Hey, now we are going to play video games in the bathroom! This is cozy! Snuggle in! Gosh, the power went out, good thing we have lighted video displays and flashlights! It's like camping in really small quarters!"

Then, while holding hands, Ben and I heard the tornado pass directly over our house. We heard a giant crack, which turned out to be our large pine being uprooted. We heard the roofing membrane being lifted up and folded back like a sardine can on our three season room. It was pitch black, save for the Mario and Princess Peach games being played. 

It was at that moment, as the tornado approached and then passed over, that I had a deep sense of calm, actually. I knew that my family and I were in the safest place we had available, and the rest was completely out of our hands. It felt freeing to know there was nothing more I could do, and I was ready to accept any outcome, even if we died at that moment.

I was with my family, the most important people in the world to me. I was free of regret. I live my life intentionally, I do what I love, I lavish affection and attention on my children, I am crazy in love with my spouse. I live out my purpose for existence every day (to inspire others to do and be their best). I am content. I am healthy. I am loved. I matter. I make a difference in others' lives. I have a clear conscience. I love my life.

And I really want 50 or so more years. I do what I can to be safe, healthy, free, loving, passionate, and inspiring. Yet, the rest is out of my hands. I am free.

Do you love your life? What if today were your last? What if today were your first?

The tornado has caused us to look into ourselves, our homes, our families, and our lives. I am so moved by the outpouring of love, support, friendship, and true community in Dexter. Neighbors are becoming better acquainted. We have all survived this violent visit from Mother Nature, and we are growing stronger as a community. Ben mentioned the billboard erected on the east side of town: "Dear Tornado: Don't mess with the Dreadnaughts. Signed, Dexter." That really sums it up.

Keep strong. Keep your faith. Love your life. Help your neighbor. Live each day as if it's your last. Or first.

Epilogue: The tornado had touched down on Second Street four blocks from our home. It lifted up due to the hill a block from our house, and went directly overhead. Our house and garage need new rooves. Eight windows need to be replaced due to broken seals. The garage door needs to be replaced. Have I mentioned how grateful I am for trustworthy contractors and intelligent insurance adjustors? Well, I am.

Best wishes to you in your tornado aftermath and recovery. We are all healing together.