The last thing I did before I left my family’s house to come to the Peace Corps was say a prayer to God that it would be kept safe for the next two years that I would be away. Tonight I found out that God remembered my prayer. I got a call from home this evening with word that the old white barn that sat 100 yards from our house had been lifted and placed in the middle of our quiet country road. Thunderstorms had come rolling across the fields behind our house and dropped a tornado just feet from our home. What is even scarier is that our neighbor’s house lies even closer to the barn, sitting just 50 yards or so from its foundation. I received word that my family and our neighbors were safe and that neither of the houses had been damaged. A barn that had been there for probably over 100 years was gone in an instant.
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