Today marks the three year anniversary of the devastating tornado that hit my small Texas-Mexico border town of Eagle Pass, Texas. I remember hearing news via facebook and other online means all the way over here in Vietnam and suddenly felt extremely far from my family.
I called my parents to see if they were alright and they assured me that our area of town, Zacatecas Street, had not been hit but rather the outskirts of town near Rosita Valley and all the way to El Indio were less fortunate.
As I watched the
news unfold from the internet in Vietnam about the wreckage and relief efforts, I prayed for the families affected. One unfortunate incident that struck hard with all the town's citizens was the uncovering of a trailer house that had been picked up by the relentless tornado with an entire family of five inside. The remains of the house were located with all five bodies curled together in a corner already lifeless.
Tears feel from my cheeks as I read these stories of my hometown and sat in the quiet silence of a Hanoi night, thankful that my parents and grandmother were ok. Today, my heart still goes out to those families affected and I continue to thank God for each day of life He gives us. We truly never know when it will be our last.
