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The Flood

As many of you have seen in the news the last few days and by Facebook posts, my hometown of Olive Hill, Kentucky was devastated by flood waters on Sunday, May 3, 2010.

My father works for the city as their maintenance manager and is out on calls many days and nights insuring the restoration of service, but nothing could have prepared him for Sunday, May 3rd. The worst flood since the 1930's, the waters were over 5 feet high in the downtown area. Churches, businesses, and homes are a total loss in the community. Many of the town's elderly population will be starting over and that is a hard reality to fathom.

It is going to take years for the town to build back what they have lost, but the one thing not lost on this horrible tragedy is the spirit of the people. Many of the "kids" have moved away and have parents still living in Olive Hill. Without telephone and limited cell phone service, it has been difficult to stay in touch with family and friends back home over the last several days. However, many of the "kids" who have moved away have stayed in touch via Facebook and were able to contact family or check on family for each other. We may not have seen each other for years or even decades, but we still have that sense of community and love for each other and for our hometown.

As you get down on your knees in prayer tonight, please keep the community of Olive Hill close to your heart. My prayer is that they will have the strength and the will to begin again.
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