sweatin the small stuff
Yesterday the MAN sent me down to Greensburg, Kansas. For those of you not from around here, it’s the small town down past Wichita that got hit by the F5 tornado.
By most estimates the tornado was almost two miles wide at one point with winds in excess of two-hundred and fifty miles and hour and at last count twelve people have lost their lives.
It was the most fucked up shit I have ever seen.
I’ve seen a lot of flood and tornado damage over the years and they’re all bad. But you know those old black and white photos of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan after they were hit by the Bomb? Picture those scenes in color and you might get a feel for what this town went thru.
But no picture does justice to what the folks of Greensburg, Kansas had to endure.
I’m walking around and the main thought in my mind is that anyone survived this shit at all.
You know, we’re only human and it’s in our nature to bitch.
We bitch about the line in the drive-thru; we feel put out if the store is out of our favorite ice cream. We complain to no end when we can’t get what we want as soon as we want it.
But when I see shit like this I want to stop.
Because when I see everything gone, the homes, the stores, everything that makes us feel human and the folks that lost it all asking me how I’m doing?
I feel like some kind of jerk cause I’m too choked up to reply.
"and the monkey flipped the switch"