We were pulled about 8 feet to the furnace space. It was so horrific-ly surreal. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that we were being pulled into a tornado. I couldn’t think straight. My head was swirling. I couldn’t even make a “plan” for what I would do because I couldn’t understand what was happening. How could we be in a tornado?
Prewitt says that the sound of the wind pulling at the garage door sounded like a hundred girls screaming. It happened so quickly. It was dark, we were squatting down, the house started shaking, the windows blew out, then, the house was gone…all in a matter of seconds.
I thought I was going to die. When we started to go with the tornado, I thought I was going to die. Then we fell down. Chuck fell back, Caleb and I fell forward. Prewitt had a supernatural experience that is his
story to tell. Before we fell there was a series of lightening flashes that made seeing the destruction/chaos possible. In that series I saw Prewitt get sucked away. He was wearing a green Upward basketball jersey. I saw him get sucked away feet first, yelling, I couldn’t get him. I had no time to react to get him. He was gone. My heart broke. My boy was gone. What just happened?!?!?!?!? Then we fell. I fell forward, dropped Caleb with the force of the fall. The top half of me (from the waist up) was dangling down into the furnace space and the back half of me was still on the concrete pad for the garage. It jerked me hard. Should I stay still until it is over or should I try to fall in? I couldn’t see anything. I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know what to do. Someone, please tell me what to do!
Then something fell on me, pushing the breath out of me, flattening my middle. I felt my pelvis snap. My right hip felt loose right away. I knew it was broken. No one believed me after. Why doesn’t anyone believe me? I was trapped. Whatever landed on me was sitting on me, pushing on me, terrifying me. Thoughts popped into my mind, “Oh my God, I am trapped!”, “This is my worst nightmare!”, “I’m going to die!”, “No, I’m not! Kick! Kick! Kick!!” Those thoughts seemed to happen all at once. I’ve never experienced thoughts like that. I kicked and kicked—my right leg felt like it was barely staying in the socket. I couldn’t die that way. I couldn’t. God told me to kick, so I kicked. I fell. I think I fell on Caleb. He was shivering, naked. My skirt came down when I shimmied into the hole. I remember thinking, “Pull up your skirt. You can’t be bare bummed in a tornado.” What a weird thought. I felt Chuck and started to yell at him, “WHERE’S PREWITT!!!!” over and over and over again. Chuck just stared, like he didn’t see me. He was saying Jesus over and over again. Prewitt was gone. How could I live with my boy gone? Then I hear him. “Mom, I’m over here!” He was there!!! He was in the hole with us. My heart was so full of joy. My boy was alive. I needed to pull myself together and find my other kids. I couldn’t move though.