Helping the South
From a young age, I’ve always had a healthy fear of tornadoes. Â When I was 6 (1985) we were camping in the Allegheny Mountains in Pennsylvania when a huge outbreak of tornadoes happened. Â We took cover in a nearby rest area since that was the only place my father could think of to take us to safety. Â Until that time, I always saw storms as these really neat light shows that were put on for me at night. Â We went into the rest area and it was sunny and just a bit windy. Â When we came out, it was almost green and the world looked eerie. Â We went back to our campground and most of it was destroyed by a tornado that had ripped through. Â Our tent was in tatters, the picnic bench had been tossed into the ravine and trees were down everywhere. Â It was my first real brush with what mother nature could do in just a short amount of time.
Most recently, in 2002 I was getting ready to go to work on second shift at a local hospital and saw a storm rolling in. Â Jokingly, I told a friend that I hoped it would spawn a tornado because I didn’t want to go to work that day. Â Within about 10 minutes, it did and I was living less than a half mile from its path at the time. Â I watched the twister from my house and ran towards the first floor bathroom and hoped that it wouldn’t turn my way. Â Luckily our house was OK but on my way to work I listened to a voicemail that stoppped my heart. Â My Dad left me a voicemail and all you could hear was something pelting the car and him telling me that he loved me and he thought he was in the midst of a twister. Â He did make sure to lighten the mood by telling me that while he was pretty certain there was a tornado roaring by, he did not see any signs of flying cows. Â After finally getting ahold of him and finding out he was okay, I told him that I could have killed him for that message!!! Â What a way to stop a heart! Â He was at the Eagles club right by The Strip where the tornado had blown through. Â I did end up having to go to work that day but the path of the tornado made it almost impossible to get north from below the line and I had to wait an hour on the highway while they moved a BARN off the road.
Last night I sat in awe watching the footage from this latest outbreak of tornadoes rip across the south. Â Before I left the corporate world, I was in charge of billing for an ambulance company in Tuscaloosa and used to talk to our office there frequently for information. Â I hope and pray that all of my old coworkers are safe along with their families. Â As with any disaster, my first thoughts are with how I can help and get help to the area. Â I thought I would share my findings with my readers in hopes that maybe together we can make even a slightest bit of difference for our southern friends. Â I will update this as I get more links and information.
Toomer’s for Tuscaloosa – Like this Facebook page and share it with friends if you are on Facebook. Â While this is mainly focused on what you can do to help in Tuscaloosa other cities are posting what their needs are as well. Â They are really getting the info out there with what exactly is needed and where to go/who to call to help. Â Keep an eye on their wall for specific needs and ways to help.
Hands on Birmingham – The United Way page based in Birmingham. Â The right hand side of the page has information if you would like to join the searches for missing persons.
Red Cross – As always, you can donate to the Red Cross online or via text.
Samaritan’s Purse – You can either volunteer to go with a relief team to help or donate online to the efforts.
The Salvation Army – They are already gathering donations and volunteers and are also asking for online donations to the cause. Â Read their blog or follow them on Twitter to see exactly what they are doing and what you can do to help.
Governor of Alabama’s Office – Go here to donate directly to the state of Alabama or if you are part of a church or large group that would like to collect and donate goods, go here to find out how to get the items to where they are needed most.
