This past week two small towns in my vicinity were hit by devastating tornadoes. One small town, Ridgway, is only ten or so miles away; the other town, Harrisburg, is twenty miles away. Six people died in Harrisburg. For more information about them, here is the site to one of the local tv channels: http://www.wsiltv.com/
My heart is heavy for the town of Harrisburg. They have lost some good people. And my heart is even heavier for the families of these good people.
My facebook friends have been posting pictures. Here are some of them.
These are just a few of the many devastating pictures. Piles of rubble that used to be a lovely brick church or the Golden Circle. Homes with the roofs blown off. Huge trees uprooted. Semis to cars turned on their sides.
Thankfully no one in Ridgway was killed, but they lost a most beautiful church, approximately 150 years old, and businesses and homes were destroyed or damaged. Here are some of the photos of that area.
So many wonderful people immediately stepped up to the plate and started swinging, bringing in water, setting up a food trailer for the rescue workers and volunteers, donating money, whatever was needed.
These are the things I am going to remember on those days when the bad news far exceeds the good news. These good people, their good hearts and helping hands; their strong backs and arms as they hold the chain saws to cut homes and businesses out of fallen trees; their tired, aching bodies from searching through rubble for someone alive.