The sirens began droning just as I was falling asleep. I opened my eyes to a spectacular light show bleeding through the bedroom windows. My family and I took shelter in the center of our home and we heard the fabled train sound and our house rumbled. I knew it was passing close by, if not over us. Fifteen seconds later it was over. I dressed and stepped outside to inspect the damage. Nothing worse than some displaced patio furniture at my house. 1000ft away the story was quite different. This morning I ventured out to check on my neighbors, help however I could, and document the damage.
This is the Donelson neighborhood of Nashville, TN. 3/3/2020
The image above is one of my favorites because of the story that goes with it: The elderly man whose house was destroyed has been involved in a prison ministry for decades. Some of the formerly incarcerated men he had served in that ministry heard what happened and came out as a group to help. This was taken right after they arrived. They prayed together and then got to work serving him.