Not a normal day
Monday, November 7th, 2005It was unusually warm for this time of year on Saturday. A friend and I made the drive to Evansville Indiana to do some shopping before the chaos that materializes after the Thanksgiving holiday. It certainly was unusual driving around in November with the windows down, feeling comfortable in short sleeves, seeing some people Christmas shopping in shorts. It all seemed like a pleasant surprise. There was a blue sky overhead, a steady breeze, and smiles on many faces as they enjoyed the unseasonable warmth. The day wound down and we made our way to the local Seeker’s coffee house on the southeast side of town. On our way out, we took a quick picture of the cafe. It was 8:40pm. We went back to the car. One of our friends is a local musician and was playing that evening from 10:30 to 2 am. We quickly thought about whether we wanted to stick around and catch some live music. We were getting tired from a long day and weren’t sure whether we should stay for a few more hours. I remember the exact moment I thought about what we should do. I felt a leaning to not change our plans, but to head on out of town and do that some other weekend. So we did. We drove back home to a surprisingly stiff head wind. We didn’t think much of it. I went to bed, got up and saw the shocking news that just a few miles south of where we had been, and a few hours after we had casually walked out of a cafe - a killer tornado had touched down and changed many communities and many people’s lives. I’m reminded once again of how we never know what a day may bring - and how short time is. Let’s make each day count.
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