Tornado Fatique
One Friday, I was on the road, driving home, when I heard the sirens. Opening the windows, I looked up to the sky. Yep! Tornado warning - I already learned that a certain green color of the sky and the silence all around highlight the possibility of it. I turned on the radio and almost dropped the wheel at the sound of the voice in my car, “If you are driving, get out of the car and find the nearest ditch. Get on the ground as low as possible, facing down, and cover your head with your hands.” I got goose bumps - what if it was the voice of God? Then, I looked around and didn’t notice a single driver leaving a car on the street and running to the road’s shoulder. The rain made me feel like Noah in his ark. What if it was another flood? We never learned from the first one. What if God took his promise away? [Insert Figure 17 here] Nobody stops. My common sense interrupted my frustration: if I get out of the car and lie face down in the ditch, I will be dirty and look like an idi