Bad things can help bring people together

Fresh off a vacation, Mrs. Hank woke me up at somewhere around 1:30 Tuesday morning to tell me there was a storm.

She wanted me to come sit in the hall in the middle of the house, like you’re supposed to do.

I rolled over to the foot of the bed on the floor and went back to sleep. I must have snored through the 80 mph winds that hit the Gnadenhutten area. So when I crawled out of my blankets Tuesday morning, I half expected to see our roof in the back yard.

We were lucky and had minimal damage.

That wasn’t the case for others, though.

Totally Gnaden, trees were on cars and houses. The trees that didn’t blow over by the roots snapped in half as if they were hit by a giant karate chop.

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