Eleven years later: Remembering May 3, 1999
Eleven years ago today, I survived the most dangerous tornado anyone had ever seen.
I was in a utility closet in the middle of Moore, America. I actually thought there was a good chance I wouldn’t survive. It was scary. It was loud. And yes – it sounded like a freight train.
I was unharmed. The house I lived in (but didn’t own) was slightly damaged. But the neighborhood about three blocks to the north of us was destroyed. May 3, 1999 is one of the dozen or so days in my life I will never forget. I actually remember far more details than the sound of the tornado, but — I say again — it definitely sounded like a train.
Today, we asked a question to our friends on Facebook: Where were you on May 3, 1999? If you were anywhere near Oklahoma, you probably remember where you were.
We’ve already received dozens of responses to our Facebook question. Some of them are fascinating.
Barbara Wallace-Mcbroom: In Davis, watching it all unfold on tv. Praying for those in danger and still can’t believe how horrid it was. I take nothing in life for granted and now live in El Reno with a Basement!!
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