I am a self-professed weather baby. The slightest hint of bad weather and I’m pulling kids from soccer fields, baseball fields, football fields, swimming pools, you name it. I have no less than three weather radios and scanners in addition to emergency alerts programmed to deliver up-to-the-minute reports on my wireless device so I can receive thunderstorm and tornado warnings and flash flood advisories. My favorite all-in-one weather radio is this one from 
which also serves as a cell phone charger and can be hand-cranked if necessary. After the tornadoes skipped off to another county, and I put the L.L. Bean radio away for another day, I looked back on the day and remembered a brief noontime visit from a neighbor that notified me of another brewing storm that was forgotten during the hectic Texas afternoon. Our neighbor had appeared on our doorstep amidst the three barking dogs who think they live at our house, holding a simple blue 3×5 index card with six familiar names on it. They were the names of our neighbors who will weather on without their husband and father who left for Iraq earlier that day. Her request was simple: please pray for them. Sometimes the best and heartfelt alerts are those delivered face-to-face, hand-written and personal. I will remember her visit long after the countryside dries and the simple blue index card will not be deleted from my inbox like the many alerts I received today.
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