|Barbara Garcia. Image from CBS News video.|
I'm sitting in a hotel room yesterday morning, noticing how the hair on the sides of my head catch so much light and reflect silvery strands in the mirror, eventually realizing that the sunlight is reflecting silver because, you know, the hairs on the side of my head are turning gray, and that's the difference between gray hair and brown hair. You get a little older, and all of the sudden your head starts reflecting more light.
The paragraph above was really a diversion, a way of trying to avoid slapping you, dear reader, in the face with a cold fish paragraph.
I really wanted to start out that yesterday morning was awful, all because of the news about the tornado in Oklahoma. About the only redeeming story I saw to come out of the entire thing was the dear, sweet lady, Barbara Garcia, who is literally standing on the wreckage of her home when she finds her dog, trapped beneath some kind of metal frame, so terrified he doesn't bother barking even when there are clearly plenty of humans there to help. Listening to that tender woman as she tries to free her dog, hearing her choke up as she admits her second prayer--that the dog comes out okay--just got answered.
And we're left to wonder, this plump Oklahoma woman cradling her pooch, set against a background of death and destruction and terrible wonder, if God stopped answering prayers after two.