 Everybody says you hear a, you know, the train sound. I did not hear that. All I had was a very great sky with no rain, no wind, no nothing, no animals, nothing. I could hear anything. And I thought back in my head, your intervention of God or through past watching movies, I knew that was not a safe situation. So, literally, and my son and wife's constant dad get inside. So, we ran inside into the bathroom, which I knew was our strongest point. My son was parked right here. My wife was back in here next to the toilet when I was here. My son's closest to the door. And I could hear this wind just howling and just praying to God that it wasn't going to rip down to the floor. It's a painful bit. We got inside literally 15, 20 seconds before we were here in our house and ripped apart. We're here with proof. It lasted maybe 20 seconds. That hole was there when I walked in that night. I mean, there was a hole up to the sky that I went there where it ripped us out. Then we could smell the gas going. Apparently, two houses down the two stories got demolished and bricks had fallen down on the gas meters. My garage door was gone off the door. And my wife's car, which was on the driveway, was tossed three doors upside down on its hood. Soon after the Christmas tornado hit, I began to get text messages and phone calls about church members that had been hit. And walking through their homes completely destroyed. Some just rubble and showing me these little places where they hid and the roof gone to imagine that kind of destruction for the people that I know and love and serve. It's been really hard. One particular family, they all went into the closet. She said that they all held hands. They said the Lord's Prayer. And then it was over. And then her husband walked out to see what had happened. And when she came back, she knew from the look in his eyes that everything was gone, that it was real this time it wasn't just pretend or something that just skipped past them, that everything that they had was gone. We moved into different neighborhoods, but it was when we got on one street, one street where it seemed like every house was devastated. And we learned that only four people were still living on that street. Everyone had had to leave. One person looked at the shirt that I wore and had had a United Methodist symbol on it. And she reached out and she said, my family's here. And we hugged strangers and yet connected.