Hitting too close to home

Another round of severe weather roaring through the area tonight. The sirens went off, periodically, for about an hour and a half. Sometimes I'd go to the basement, sometimes I'd stay upstairs watching TV.

One of the breaking news stories is about the Little Sioux Scout Camp where a toranado came through just a couple of hours ago. 100 campers were there tonight. 30-40 to injured. 4 dead. My nephew was at that camp. Thank God he's fine. My mom talked to my sister who said that Andrew had a cut or something on his head. They're taking him to a hosptial, I believe, to get checked out, but overall he's fine. Physically, at least. I can't imagine what it would be like to be in the midst of such a dangerous situation.

I was talking with my mom on the phone, and off-handedly mentioned that a scout camp was hit. "Andrew was camping this week!" was her response. As the conversation continued, I became more and more sure that he was at that camp. Mom decided to try to call my sister (Andrew's mom). I decided to take a shower while I waited for her to call back with news. The entire shower I silently prayed that Andrew would be ok. Praise God he is, but that hit way too close to home.