I exist and I am the result of a storm. For those who say nice things about storms, and their necessity, understand that people are broken by storms. Lives are lost. Hope is stolen. Our flesh is weak and we are faced by horrible decisions. Storms are dangerous, unplanned, and at times inescapable. Rather than placing a happy face on them, lets just say that they exist, and they are dangerous. Anything else is blather. Not that it matters.
