I guess it was April. My son lost his house--he is a student at University of Alabama. It was a sad day. We spent 4 days getting his things out. But the volunteers and helpers were great! He lived in the shadow of a big Baptist church which saved his life. The steeple went through his truck. He and his roommates were in the basement and were praying their last prayer. I wonder what that prayer was for a bunch of guys that probably seldom prayed since going away to school? So we brought him home to Missouri. I am from Joplin. So guess what happened next? Yep--tornado in Joplin. All family was ok but couldn't find my sister for a while. Family friends were hurt, one killed. Another sad day. I learned from Tuscaloosa to get down there and help. So the next day, I loaded my truck with trash bags, boxes, water and headed down. Heard some fascinating stories--everyone wants to tell their story. Both towns look so different now but out of the rubble will come great things!