We had a summer thunderstorm blow 70 mph straight line winds through our little town. The next morning, the sound of chainsaws filled the air. Neighbors and strangers worked together to cleared downed limbs. Folks checked in on the old folks and put tarps over the roof until the shingles could be replaced. A crowd gathered to comfort the family that barely got out before the lightening strike engulfed the house.
This kind of thing happens all the time in fly-over country with no payment exchanged except a handshake. It just doesn't make the news.
welcome to the land of the free and the home of the brave
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