“He answered both of them”
Great video, great lady:
I also love it when she says to the reporter, “I know exactly what happened here. Exactly.”
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Great video, great lady:
I also love it when she says to the reporter, “I know exactly what happened here. Exactly.”
1. That was great to watch. Folks, you’ve got to watch to end. Thanks, Neo.
2. It’s too bad the lady had to ask the journalist to help with lifting. They should have jumped right in.
Well dang, that actually made me cry.
Sometimes the smallest miracles are the most amazing, and that was one.
“That’s life in the big city.” Yes, it is. She’s just so full of wit and wisdom. She makes me proud to be an old timer.
I love every person I’ve seen interviewed here. My people. My middle America people.
I hate that every reporter tries to prompt people to cry in the most artificial way. Totally perverse.
Heartwarming and uplifting. I cherish the older people in my life. They are so often a source of perspective and encouragement.
People in Oklahoma are tough and they will bury their dead, clean stuff up and rebuild and move on. I spoke to my ex-wife who lives in Moore OK last night and the tornado missed her home by a mile so all she had was a lot of mud and shingles covering everything.
She was on her way to the pharmacy when she turned the radio on and got a warning that the storm was almost in town. She said she drove home fast and got into her house right before it hit. The pharmacy was in the direct path and got leveled and she felt blessed that she was in the right spot at the right time.
This morning she was on her way to see how she could lend a hand with recovery efforts and told me that neighbors were helping each other and all of the getting on with life stuff.
I have lived in both Texas and Oklahoma most of my life and you learn that tornados happen kind of like car wrecks happen and you are glad when they don’t happen to you.
By the way, the people in Moore Oklahoma are still trying to figure out how the body count became so inflated so fast. Every death is tragic but it does not have to be part of a media, entertainment circus.
This was the best video/story I have seen in a long time. It is truely tragic for all of the loss of life, May they find comfort in the arms of Angels.
Thanks for bringing this video to our attention. People in flyover country are warm hearted, a bit stoic, and self-sufficient for the most part. “Momma grew up on the prairies of Kansas, she was tender and sweet. The dust and tornadoes blew ’round her, but they left her straight up on her feet.”
http://tinyurl.com/ae2xgkv
That is the most wonderful and quietly uplifting video to come out of this whole tragedy. Everything about that lady is superior.
And I agree…. “I know exactly what happened…”
The video isn’t working for me.
That lady is somebody’s grandmaw. And a damn fine one.
The New Yorker picked up on this as well:
“Barbara Garcia had been living in her neighborhood in Moore, Oklahoma, for forty-five years before yesterday’s tornado flattened her house. She was interviewed by a TV news crew while standing on top of the rubble of her home. She is covered in dust and has some scratches, but she describes the experience calmly–she took shelter in a bathroom, sitting on the toilet with her dog on her lap. She felt the stool lift up out of the floor. “I rolled around a little bit,” she says, and then found herself lying in the debris. She never lost consciousness, but she lost her little dog. She looks over the pile of wood and metal scrap behind her. “I know he’s in here somewhere.””
http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/culture/2013/05/oklahoma-tornado-barbara-garcia-dog-video.html
“Bless your little bitty heart.” I love it. She reminds me so much of my own Grandma, the plump one with the comfortable drawl.
She’s people. The media could take some lessons.
Oh, that’s sweet!
The poor reporter wanted her to be much more distraught, eh? Loved her deadpan “That’s life in the big city” response.
I loved how she was strong and calm until she saw her dog’s face, then she allowed herself to break down just a little. I was trying to find out if she had somewhere to go last night. She didn’t mention any family or friends. I live too far away to offer her a place to stay, but I would have sent money.
Last year, as we prepared to potentially evacuate from the Colorado fires, what mattered became really stark. “If we make it out with all living things — humans and cats — intact, we’ll be fine. For seconds we’d like our paperwork, just because it’s a pain to reproduce, and the computers because I have years of work in them. BUT if we all get out with our lives, we’re okay and nothing to lament.” That’s what I saw here. She and her dog is okay, the rest is just things. And I’m SO glad she got her little dog. (And we ended up not having to evacuate. But just making the choices gave us new perspective on life.)
Imagine that dog, upon hearing his mistress’ voice, picking his way through the tangled dark underside of that debris, moving towards the voice.
The media’s too busy watching the peasants work to actually get down and do some work.
Aristocrats, always the same.
there is a lot of religious blindness on this thread. we celebrate God for answering this woman’s prayer about her dog, but ignore the fact that he did not answer the prayers of the parents of the 6 elementary school children who suffocated to death. I could care less about this woman’s dog.
And now Randy is schooled.
I guess Randy thinks God was too busy saving Fido to help those poor kids. I’ve always wondered how it’d be to live with a truly simple mind. Thanks for sharing, Randy!
I do not see a single post on this thread celebrating God for supposedly finding the dog or answering the woman’s prayers. Nobody expressed any opinion at all as to God’s role in it. People spoke admiringly of the brave old lady, hoped she is doing well and were glad for her that she didn’t lose her little dog after all. Randy read what he wanted to see into these posts. When it comes to religious blindness, Randy, “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?”