In a surreal way, I looked at the large two story red dairy barn as my brain grasped the obvious but unbelievable picture in front of me. The entire roof was gone! There was no debris anywhere and the cows outside looked unconcerned. I entered the milk house and then into the barn. Instead of the normally dark and urine smelling confines, I was blinded by the daylight pouring in from where the roof had been. Cows stood in their stanchions chewing their hay as if nothing was wrong. Dave, the owner, walked down the aisle towards me with a numb look on his face.
“It was a Hell of a storm last night, wasn’t it Doc?” he said to me. I blinked my eyes as I looked around, my mouth gaping as I took in the open sardine can look of his barn. Dave continued, “I heard the roar people say occurs when a tornado comes so I grabbed my dog and went into the milk house. I thought it would be the safest place.” He continued, “I never heard anything but the wind, but when it was over, I went into the barn and the roof was gone. The most remarkable thing, Doc, was the cows just lay in their places chewing their cuds!”
I did my work there and left driving on the same road I had been on the night before. As if God had badly used a weed eater, several hills had bald spots where the tornado had scalped them. As it turns out, the tornado had lifted and flipped a mobile home onto the road killing its’ occupant. It was the same road I had been on last night. What was really amazing was that if I had not been stuck behind the slow ambulance, I would have been very close to the spot where that mobile home had landed.
Today, as I travel close to 70,000 miles a year, I still remember that night where if I had let my young cocky attitude prevail and had passed that slow ambulance, I may not have been here to write this letter to you now. Everything happens for a reason.
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