I pray for the strength, Lord

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Don Barone

Don Barone

db has been in the reporting biz for over 30 years, won some Emmys and other awards, but is proudest of his four-decade marriage, his two kids and the fact he founded Tackle The Storm Foundation to help children.

Dateline:  The Storms

Tell me,

when the earth turns against us,

where do we hide?

Tell me,

we say, “things are replaceable,”

but tell me please,

how do I replace my Grandma’s rosary?

Gram prayed on it when I was a baby and was very sick, hung it over my bed where it has been for 63 years,

now stolen by the wind.

Tell me.

To those in the Northeast, the West, the Northwest, the South around me has been sliced with a swath of destruction.

Towns are in ruins.

Homes are shambles.

Memories lost to the wind.

To those of you who don’t live here, know this, I am a born and bred YANKEE and I was sent down here to “cover” this sport, cover it as an outsider, look and write, observe, not interact.

But the folks of the South have become family. If all you know about them is how you see them mocked on some sort of Reality TV show, you don’t know them at all.

They are hardworking, very religious, family-oriented folks who not only accepted but embraced a long haired hippie reporter from up North.

But they live with a demon.

I have huddled with them in shelters, I have ran with them as sirens blared, I have seen their clothes hanging from trees, I have seen their boats on roofs, I have seen their roofs in parking lots.

They have taken me to their homes where only the front steps remained.

And when I fall apart looking at what’s in front of me, they are the ones who hug me.

Tell me,

how I get their strength Lord.

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