I can remember the calmest day I’ve ever seen in my life. I remember this day because it came after the worst storm I have ever experienced.
I grew up 30 minutes outside of Indianapolis, Indiana, and we had two things: corn and tornados. For some crazy reason, I decided to go to college in Pensacola, Florida. I packed my bags and headed South in the Fall of 1995. Two months later, Hurricane Opal hit Pensacola. I lived my entire life in tornado country and less than two months after moving from home, I get hit by a category 4 hurricane!
Some guys have all the luck.
For about 14 hours, 80 guys were crammed into the hallway on our dorm’s floor. It pretty much sucked. But outside, the storm was raging. A few weeks later, I went down to Pensacola Beach, and it was a devastated. They used heavy machinery to pile up the pavement and other debris. The piles were at least 15-20 feet high for as long as you could see. This was a serious storm, and I had never seen anything like it.
As bad as the storm was, as an 18-year-old kid in his first semester of college, I only had one thought on my mind… No classes tomorrow! I was looking forward to an extra day off to do whatever I wanted to do.
But the “no class” announcement never came. Actually, all classes were scheduled, even my first period P.E. class (I was a freshman!). I was not happy about it. The field was going to be soggy, and it was going to be a crappy day.
Then I walked outside. (more…)