Alive!: Extraordinary Stories of Ordinary People Who Survived Deadly Tornadoes, Avalanches,Shipwrecks, and More
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I got a really good idea of what all of these people went through surviving Mother Nature and animal attacks and I have to say that while I was intrigued by their stories, I am sorry that they had a story to share. On the same hand, I am glad that everyone survived their ordeal. I found the stories in the section "At the Mercy of a Wild Animal" to grab my attention and I felt like I was there with each person witnessing the tragic events up close.I almost had a story of my own to share for "Facing Mother Nature's Fury" like Christopher Davis in Super Storm about surviving a tornado. My parents, my sisters young children, and I were in Denver, Colorado for my sister's college graduation. My sister came to the hotel to get the children for some fun on Saturday night. My parents and I were going to go out for dinner. My Dad and I were watching the hockey game when it was interrupted by a weather emergency warning. There were two tornado warnings in effect until about 7:10pm that evening. We have about an 45 minute wait to see if the warning would be dismissed or not. There was one tornado where we were planning to go to eat and the other one was outside of our hotel window across a field. My Mom and I watched the cloud changing before our eyes. Then the rain started and the tornado sirens were off. Luckily that was all, the clouds moved away. A tiny tornado did touch down in anotehr part of the Denver area but no one was hurt. If you enjoy reading or watching true survival stories, than you will want to pick up a copy of this book and check it out for yourself.
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Alive! - Editors of Readers Digest
SUPER STORM
BY CHRISTOPHER W. DAVIS
National Weather Service Storm Prediction Center Norman, Oklahoma Saturday, April 1, 2006 11:59 p.m.: Warm front extending across Missouri into the southeastern U.S. . . . Moist, unstable air, mid-Mississippi region. Possible tornadoes.
Sunday, April 2, 2006, 5:30 p.m. Dyer County, Tennessee.
The picture windows in Rick and Laura Gregory’s home looked west over cotton fields toward the Mississippi River and the boot heel of Missouri beyond. As the sun went down, it played tricks with the sky, painting it yellow and orange. The news crawl at the bottom of the TV screen in the Gregorys’ family room said Tornado watch.
Laura was in the kitchen preparing an early dinner. Her husband, Rick, a patrol sergeant for Dyer County, had just come off duty. If a storm struck, he’d have to go back out again. She wanted to get some food in him first.
Then the newscasters came on to report that a tornado had hit Marmaduke, Arkansas, 60 miles to the west. When they started talking about Caruthersville, directly across the Mississippi, Rick was sure they were in for it. He quickly finished his supper. Without a storm cellar, people said, the bathroom was the safest place. He turned to Laura and told her to get theirs ready. If you hunker down in the tub with a cell phone, a candle and a battery-powered radio, you’ll be okay. What Rick was about to see over the next 48 hours would change that belief forever.
• • •
The previous weekend, Vanice and Larry Parker had moved into their new ranch house with cypress wood siding on Meacham Road. They’d taken their time building, adding custom touches to the house and a large cabinetry workshop in the side yard. Having lived down the road for ten years, they already knew their new neighbors by sight—Janie King, the Hickmans, and the McAndrews.
Vanice and Larry had spent most of Sunday rearranging furniture, trying different configurations for the dining and living room areas. They unpacked boxes and planted a few trees. The day was unusually warm for April, so Vanice opened the windows in the living room. There was a nice breeze blowing in the afternoon.
At about 6:30, Larry announced, I think we should call it a night. Let’s get our baths, fix something to eat and watch some cable.
Being so busy with the move, it seemed like ages since they had just sat down to relax. They hurried, Vanice to take a bath, Larry a shower, before they caught the film starting at 7 p.m. Grabbing snacks, they settled down on the sofa in pajamas just as the movie Crash began.
• • •
Climbing into his patrol car, Rick Gregory then pulled onto Route 103 West, which ran straight as a chalk line through fallow cotton fields seven miles to the Mississippi River. He heard a fellow deputy on the radio calling Dispatch, asking if there were any warnings out yet. Warnings
was the term that was used when radar readings indicated tornado conditions. No, Dispatch answered, no warnings yet.
Rick got on the radio and told the team, I’m heading down to the Great River Road to watch.
As he drove, Rick began to study the sky. He had never seen anything like it, never had such a ringside seat right on the edge of a super cell T-storm. It was as if the road was acting as a boundary.
The entire sky to the left, southward, was a pleasant, warm blue with golden sunlight. But everything to the north was a roiling, pitch-black mass of the meanest-looking cloud cover he’d ever seen. He pulled up at the intersection of 103 and Great River Road, and just sat and watched. Two ducks flew by, moving with the wind. To Rick it looked like they were going 100 miles an hour. He craned his neck out the car window and stared at the clouds. He could make out a distinct clockwise rotation taking shape.
• • •
Samantha Stanfield had been monitoring the weather reports all day. Her home was in Dyersburg, but her father, Joseph, Sr., 69, lived alone up on Harness Road in a place he’d spent his whole life. His wife and parents were buried in a little graveyard out back. Because it was east of a bluff, his house had always managed to avoid the strafing of storms.
Local lore held that tornadoes were forced to go around the bluff to the north or south. So whenever bad weather was afoot, Samantha and her husband would pack up the kids and drive the seven miles to ride out the storm at Poppy’s. His house was the center for all family gatherings anyway. Holiday dinners, out-of-towners’ visits, birthday parties—any special occasion would always be hosted at Poppy’s. It was family headquarters. And Poppy’s neighbors—Sid Bruce, Steve Harness, and the Taylors—had grown up together. They were as close as family.
But by early evening the reports coming in had Samantha concerned. Tornadoes had touched down in points that made a direct line toward Harness Road. When the sirens in Dyersburg went off, she called her father.
Ah,
Poppy said. It’ll never hit out here.
Then the line went dead. Samantha called him right back. It rang and rang. Finally he answered.
Honey!
Poppy said, urgency in his voice. I’m going to have to get off here! I think the roof’s about to come off the house.
He screamed something she could not make out, and the line went dead again—for good.
• • •
Just fifteen minutes into Crash, Vanice and Larry Parker, sitting with the windows still open, heard click-click-clicking noises outside.
It’s hailing,
Vanice said.
Golly, it sure is,
Larry said. Then they heard a roaring, grinding sound like a huge cement truck backing toward the house.
Is that a tornado?
Larry asked.
It sounds like it.
I don’t know,
Vanice said.
As they ran down the hall toward the west-facing bedroom, they saw it. Huge, dark, sucking up the earth and coming right for them. This wasn’t any familiar funnel dancing across the landscape. It was an apocalyptic black curtain cutting off the sky, whipping round and round, snapping trees in half, tearing everything up.
They had nowhere to go, no basement, nowhere to hide. Larry tried pulling the mattress off the bed to cover them in the tub, but it was too heavy and he couldn’t budge it. He and Vanice lay down side by side in the bathtub. She wrapped her arms around her husband. The porcelain was still wet from Vanice’s bath.
The roar got louder. Louder than they thought noise could get. Their ears started popping as air being sucked into the vortex created a low-pressure zone. They could feel the whole house vibrating in their bones, shaking as violently as in an earthquake. Larry reached up and took hold of the faucet. He grasped it as if it were his last hold upon the earth. A split second later the lights went out.
Hold on!
Larry yelled. Here it is!
After watching the monster tornado drop out of the clouds and head toward his home, Rick Gregory pushed the gas pedal to the floor.
I’ve got to get home before it does,
he said into the radio.
On his cell phone he told Laura, It’s on the ground. And I can’t tell which way it’s heading. Take cover!
Racing alongside the cotton fields, he watched the quarter-mile-wide storm twist steel power-line towers like pretzels. Then the full force of the storm slammed into the bluff, bounced off, stalled, tried again, and a third time. It’s trying to build steam to get over the bluff, he said to himself.
Finally, the massive cloud headed off to the left, away to the north and east. Sure that it had bypassed his house, Rick turned toward the bluff, chasing the vortex of wind. Already reports were coming in about homes damaged and people trapped. He headed up the road to the bluff, where he was stopped by a morass of huge, old trees. Uprooted, snapped and twisted apart, they blocked the narrow, winding road completely.
Rick got out of his car and started to run through the devastation. He had been up and down this road a thousand times—now he didn’t recognize the area at all.
• • •
The Rev. Walter W. Asher of Christ United Methodist Church in Millsfield normally lets his Sunday evening service out promptly at 7 p.m. When folks emerged from the small 120-seat church on this Sunday evening, the sky to the west was very dark.
You better stay here,
one of his parishioners told him. You don’t want to be out there driving in that storm when it hits.
The Ashers lived twenty-five miles away to the north in Obion County, and it seemed unlikely the storm would strike that far north.
Maybe I can beat it home,
he said.
Rev. Asher and his wife left at about 7:20. They beat the worst of the storm, though they were hit with a good amount of hail, which was followed by a dead calm. But Asher was concerned about his congregation.
Let’s head back down that way and see what happened,
he told his wife. As they turned around, his cell phone rang. It was one of his parishioners calling.
They told me to tell you,
she said. The church is gone.
• • •
Downed trees were everywhere, and police were waving drivers away when Samantha got to within a quarter-mile of the turnoff to Poppy’s.
There was a child trapped under a house, she was told, and they weren’t letting anyone through. But she knew the back trails. She called a friend with access to a four-wheeler, and they pushed over the rutted paths toward Harness Road. Along the way, they passed people wandering in the opposite direction like dazed refugees trying to make their way out of a war zone.
Through the rain and darkness, Samantha could hear people screaming hysterically. Power lines were spitting sparks in the dark. The rain came down intermittently, cold and pitiless. Finally, even the four-wheeler could go no farther. Samantha and her friend got out and walked on, winding their way through a gnarled maze of downed trees.
• • •
When the tornado finally passed, Vanice and Larry Parker emerged from the bathtub and went to the living room. The furniture they’d been arranging and rearranging all day was piled in a heap in the dining room. Leaves and debris were scattered everywhere. Some of the screens on the open windows were blown in; others were blown out. Insulation had been sucked out of the wall, and ventilation ducts popped out of the floor. Somehow, though, their dream house had held together against the nightmare.
They were two of the lucky ones. Vanice opened the front door. A flash of lightning illuminated a ravaged battlefield: Two houses on the McAndrews’ property directly across the street, the stone main house and a smaller frame structure, used by their college-age son and daughter, were gone, just gone. Vanice felt herself go limp as she dialed 911 on her cell phone.
My neighbor’s house has just been blown away by a tornado,
she told the operator.
Help is on the way,
the dispatcher replied. Then Vanice’s phone went dead.
She stepped back outside. That’s when she saw the young people, the two McAndrew kids and three of their friends, screaming and crying, running from the rubble across the way. Oh, thank God they’re alive, Vanice thought. But as the youngsters got closer, she saw terror in their eyes.
Where’s your mom?
she asked. Where’s your dad?
They were out to dinner in town. The kids had been in the smaller house watching television when one of their parents called and warned them about the approaching tornado. The kids went outside, saw the storm towering across the sky, and had only seconds to run for cover in the basement of the stone house.
No sooner had they huddled together in one corner than the house was ripped apart. Shattered remnants collapsed into the basement, filling it with rubble. Only the spot where they hid was spared. The frame house where they had been and two more homes nearby were swept off the face of the earth.
The King and Hickman houses took a direct hit. The bodies of Janie King, a former teacher, and Travis Hickman, a retired lineman, were found that night. Eighty-seven-year-old Estelle Hickman, who lived with her son, was found the next morning. All three had been carried across a gully more than a quarter-mile away.
• • •
Walking through the war zone toward Poppy’s place, Samantha had remained calm and determined, but when she finally came around the corner where she knew she should be able to see the house, she began freaking out.
All she saw were car lights shining on the barren side of the hill where Poppy’s house should have been. She started to run. Poppy was sitting in the backseat of his car, all the windows busted out. He was dressed in white socks, white boxers and a white T-shirt, covered with blood and glass, holding an open umbrella, and trembling.
When Poppy had felt the roof coming off, he’d run for the bathroom in the center of the house. He got into the tub, but before he could slide the door shut, he knew that was it. He braced himself, closed his eyes, then felt himself sucked up into the air as the house blew apart above and around him.
What happened next is unclear. But when he opened his eyes, all he could see was a tangle of coat hangers. He groped his way out, pulling stuff off, and finally found himself lying on the lawn. His 3,200-square-foot split-level ranch house had vanished. The first thing Poppy did when he got to his feet was walk behind the foundation to make sure the tombstones of his wife and parents were still there. Then he came around to the front and saw that his car was parked on the concrete slab where his garage had been.
He climbed into the car, and smelled natural gas in the air. He was so muddled, he thought that starting the engine might trigger an explosion. So he put the car into neutral and pushed it back out of the garage area toward the street. And there he sat, with the headlights on, holding an umbrella to shield himself from the rain, glass all over him, a piece of wood stuck in his leg, a nail embedded in the back of his neck, trembling in the cold, not knowing what on earth to do but wait.
The house belonging to his neighbor, Sid Bruce, had been leveled. Sid’s dog was hiding under the truck growling at anyone who came near.
Rick Gregory joined the rescue effort, and searchers found Mr. Bruce’s body buried in the rubble. Steve Harness, in the home nearby, was okay, but in the next house down the road, Bill and Wanda Fay Taylor were not. That was the eeriest thing Rick had seen all night. The Taylors were found lying side by side, as if they had just gone to bed, right where the house had been, family photographs strewn around them.
On Biffle Road, east of Harness, there was another heartbreak. A young man and woman showed up and told people that their 11-month-old son had been in the house; the father’s mother and stepfather were babysitting while the couple