I was riveted to the TV watching neighborhoods on edge as a monster tornado bore down and devoured a great chunk of the innocent community of Moore, Okla.
As 200 mile per hour winds consumed structures and spit out splinters and death, my heart sunk and a prayer brushed my lips. News helicopters focused on the destruction of an elementary school, and first responders frantically searching for bodies and living souls.
What struck me dead in the heart was that the first responders were not the usual police and fire personnel. Rubble, sparking downed power lines, and clogged roads prevented them from arriving at the school. These immediate heroes were parents, neighbors, teachers, students; just plain folks who happened to be there.
It was comforting to observe our finest Americans at work at dire times. People were randomly chosen by a higher power to be at that school or nearby, and their inner selves rushed to action to save human life. I believe each of us has been born with such a silver lining. God bless America.
The writer lives in Pawleys Island.