Tornadoes, Churches, and Challenges

17103809_10212277254145689_5238984019225815038_nOn February 28, a storm system swept across the Central United States, taking with it three known persons. One town which was affected, was Higginson, AR. Luckily, no one was killed, but between 10-15 were hospitalized, with many others experiencing property damage. Some having their roofs cleanly ripped off, with others completely losing their demolished homes. Not to mention photo albums or other irreplaceable treasures. Nor the fear which comes by having your mortality dangled in front of you. Or the mortality of your loved ones . . .

Tornadoes, are a terrible business. They destroy, impact, and change lives forever. . . . But, despite their destructive nature, one cool side-effect, is seeing how they bring people together. Despite age, skin color, nationality, or religion, people tend to come together when others are in need. Yes, there’s some who take advantage of the situation, but there are many more who try to help their fellow man.

In the midst of destruction, it’s beautiful seeing this unity. An experience I have personally witnessed in 2011, 2013, and now 2017. . . . A sight, I wish was more common. Continue reading


fp_robinson-246Joplin, Joplin,
Yu’r children cry out,
O’ mother hen, yu’r chicks
séék sfty under yu’r wings,
They cry out from the wind,
Swirlíng, swirlíng,
Déstroying, terrorizíng
yu’r most precious kin.
They feel trapped
like shéép in a pen,
Cornered by wolfe,
Bléating for their shepherd
to come, to sáve them;
Terrified from that monster
that awóke from its den–
Roaring, roaring,
Shrp clws, gnashing tééth,
A creature of nightmare–
Houses splinters, tréós náked,
A hspital foundátion shifted;
Familíes bróken,
Tears, Butterfly-sáviors,
Men who wept like
lil’ children;
A city scared–but hópe nó, not crush.
Many would wish to 4get,
hide their páin béhind
bottles & bottles of gin,
But nó, o’ nó,
Rémember, rémember
wé must,
May 22,
Let it nó, not bé 4got.


Book Preview: Tales of the Soul: JOPLIN May 22

Here is an excerpt of my novel about the Joplin Tornado, which hopefully will be published soon.

Bedside Angel

Chapter 1

Patients and Patience

48 Hours

White. That was the color of the hospital walls in the room that I was working in. Pure, spotless white. Of course everything in a hospital is supposed to be spotless, clean to keep infection and disease from spreading. We do everything that is necessary to protect our patients here at Freeman, everything that we can to keep our patients comfortable and alive.

I guess this motto had already been brainwashed into me, even though I’m not technically a nurse yet, or it’s just part of my own philosophy. I’m still a busy college student, trying to balance school, work, and a much needed social life. I started interning at the hospital about a year ago.

My patient looked up at me, and gave me a wide, almost toothless smile. He was an elderly man, with a mohawk of skin separating two, white patches of hair. His hands were calloused from years of working in the fields, and they would twitch every minute or so, an early sign of Parkinson’s disease, which he was already being treated for. His name: Sam Scraper, which was written on the clipboard that I held in my hand. He was a kind soul, and one of my first patients that I was able to care for without constant supervision.

“Good evening Mr. Scraper. How are you feeling?” I asked him.

“Pretty good for an old man,” he answered.

I smiled. Continue reading