<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975872419022764341</id><updated>2024-08-28T20:27:50.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The storm is gone... now pick up the pieces!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8975872419022764341/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormpieces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065350993701890580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWuFwu7dtPB8NIjuXL9ufMTGFI8PahIPesbTlLjMAMarU7ddxUPyXBUGCE00itA2hg06MpvH2Z9_QnYUn7uoCqN59785hdp3aU9K2O2SXaM6XV8hFUSprhny7fZtNWpwo/s220/VT_logo-google.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975872419022764341.post-1789393443895047048</id><published>2012-10-16T13:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-16T13:31:22.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment after...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The moment after I saw the tree I called my neighbor Scotty &amp;amp; asked if the tree was blocking the front door. (I needed to know if we could escape that way or if I needed to shoot / break out our bathroom window)&amp;nbsp; Seconds later, ten barefoot gentlemen barged into our home &amp;amp; started grabbing our pictures off of the wall, took my children and wife, and other items they could grab in a hurry and took them all to his (Scotty&#39;s) house. &lt;i&gt;(It didn&#39;t sink in until a bit later that Scotty had put up a bouncy play house for the kids in his back yard which I assume that is why they were all barefoot! haha&amp;nbsp; * Insert Arkansas Joke here *)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then they repeated trip after trip with suitcases, boxes, coolers, etc. to place items into.&amp;nbsp; We were able to salvage my guns, family photos, two laptops, my clothes, &amp;amp; most of my wife&#39;s clothes.&amp;nbsp; One of the guys I noticed was Pat Bradley.&amp;nbsp; (I didn&#39;t have time to stop &amp;amp; say hello but if you ever read this... I want to say &quot;Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!&quot;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So then I remembered that my computer backups were in the home &amp;amp; I knew my wife would never let me live down the fact that &#39;an IT Director &quot;forgetting&quot; what he&#39;s preached for many years&#39;.&amp;nbsp; So Andy (another great neighbor) &amp;amp; I went back into the home one last time to fetch the External HDDs that I had our entire life stored upon.&amp;nbsp; We ran in &amp;amp; the house was literally moaning, creaking, &amp;amp; settling as we scurried through.&amp;nbsp; I grabbed the HDDs and out the door we sprang and not one moment too soon because the ceiling collapsed as we exited &amp;amp; closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; My family &amp;amp; I are truly blessed to have neighbors of this caliber!&amp;nbsp; They are awesome &amp;amp; I pray God takes care of their every need.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once everyone was clear I sent my wife &amp;amp; children to our friends home and started calling the insurance, police, fire department, etc.&amp;nbsp; It was funny because the 911 dispatcher told me to get atop of the home &amp;amp; remove the tree.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I walked across to the neighbor&#39;s house to bring a jalapeno-venison, cheese, &amp;amp; cracker tray for our visit during half-time.&amp;nbsp; Then I walked back over to our home.&amp;nbsp; The clouds looked like something out of a movie and appeared to be full of wrath with a clearly defined wall without any apertures.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I pulled my wife&#39;s vehicle into our garage three quarters of the way so that she and our two children could avoid the torrential downpour. &amp;nbsp; Then I went in to get the kids&#39; shoes on &amp;amp; get ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My wife told our 5 yr. old daughter to get a hair bow from her room when I was standing in the living room looking out into the back yard. As she passed, I told her (my daughter) to sit on the couch because our tree in the back yard was swishing ferociously!&amp;nbsp; She politely minded me &amp;amp; followed instructions.&amp;nbsp; Then my 2 yr. old son wanted to be with his mommy, which was still getting ready with makeup &amp;amp; all, so I told him to go be by mommy back into our master bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; Then, one minute later... chaos &amp;amp; panic ensued!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; We heard a very loud *thud*, felt the ground shake, &amp;amp; had no clue what had just happened.&amp;nbsp; I ran into the living room where my daughter was &amp;amp; grabbed her and headed into our master bathroom.&amp;nbsp; I thought that a tornado had just hit our home and I was preparing to grab mattresses, blankets, and other emergency accessories we keep handy.&amp;nbsp; Then I heard water coming into the home and wind ripping inward too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I ran back into the living room to see what had happened... and then it hit me!!!&amp;nbsp; The straight line winds pushed a My neighbor&#39;s tree, a100+ foot tall oak tree, onto our home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(which the neighbor&#39;s and I had discussed the previous night, while letting our children play in the yards, and laughed about it)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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