In the early evening of May 3, 1999, the most powerful tornado in history roared down my street. My wife, my daughter-in-law, my 10-year-old son, my 4-month-old granddaughter and I huddled in a bathroom in the center of our house. I had no idea we were in so much danger.
The experience has changed how I think about safety. Safety used to be something I did for a living. Now, I feel safety is something that must be consciously practiced to stay alive and to be able to care for your loved ones. Maybe you'll understand after I tell you what happened.