Caught in the Middle ......

I was on the way home from work one day in 2011 in Autauga Co. when I witnessed a tornado on my right which was from Chilton County. That was terrifying in itself. After about 10 miles, that thing bounced around and was literally dead in front of me! It was very wide and I was in the middle of nowhere… nothing around me but cow pastures and cotton fields. I was headed straight into it, at this point.

I had no cell service because of my location.

A million thoughts rushed through my mind but I was so terrified I became frozen. I remember the feeling of hair standing up on the back of my neck and chill bumps over taking my body.

I slowed my vehicle, extremely and all I could do was pray. Do I leave my vehicle and take a ditch? Do I turn around and try to out run it? Dear God, help me! What do I do? I felt completely helpless and I couldn’t even call my family in case I would never see them again.

The wind picked up and all I could see was darkness in front of me as if it were the dead of night. I pulled over to the shoulder of the road as I could not even see in front of me.

Then, in a split second it dissipated.

I don’t even remember the rest of the drive home… I just remember seeing the devastation along the way.

According to records, that was the largest tornado in the Autaugaville area to date. It was an F4 that caused 30 injuries and 7 deaths.

..... And God spared me.

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