My families trailer home was just above the flood plane in upper-trailerville, you can actually see it on the cover of Dam Break in Georgia. I remember hearing the first roar of the tidal wave as it ripped up the valley below and deposited debris and people, some still living, where the sewage ponds used to be.

I recall running up into the mountains to safety in the dark with only the aweful sounds of the churning chaos to define the night. In the morning my whole family descended from our sanctuary in the Appalachian foothills to bear witness to the utter destruction left behind. I on my mother’s shoulders and my brother on my father’s, we walked through the Valley of the Shadow of Death and yet we feared No Evil, for the Lord is God and He was good.

I first came to understand the concept of death 3 weeks later when at the refugee center several of my friends and their parents were absent from my 4th Birthday party. That was a significant moment in my life.

Thank you.

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I like your site. It’s very informative and well thought out. I linked your blog on my site. I want to eventually have more links to weather blogs across the world! Does anyone know of any other neat blogs?

Dave from Alaska (southeast of Fairbanks)