Pictures (profound, I know)

Last week while we were working outside of Ashville, Alabama, helping to cleanup one of the tornado sites, we had the privilege of meeting Governor Bentley. I had left with a couple friends to truck some stuff to somebody's barn to stay out of the rain, and when I pulled back into the yard of the house we were working on, there were St. Clair count sheriff cars and deputies everywhere, along with two massive black SUVs, a guy with one of those communication wires hanging out of his ear and a host of other people (including those camera guys).
We got out and just started wandering around, trying to figure out what was going on and why there were so many people with guns standing around when Dad beeped me on my radio.
"Where are you?"
"I just got back."
"You know who's here?"
"Who?"
"Govenor Bentley."
It was about then that I saw the Governor down by another house; the Lee place where Mr. Tom Lee died Wednesday night before last, protecting his son and praying for his family while the twister smashed the house around him. A couple of Red Cross people had come by a few days before and been the first outsiders to get the Lee story. ABC News showed up the next day, I think it was, and so I guess the Governor chose to come here of all places because of the unique and heartbreaking Lee story, and maybe because of his own faith.
Anyway, we got to meet him, he wears a size 13 shoe, he's a nice guy, and he was very kind. One of those camera guys was kind enough to snap our picture along with a few other guys, and then later sent it to us. The Governor talked about National Prayer Day, and how important it was. He also told me that he had talked to the President just the other day, and told him that Alabama needed the Federal government's help, but that Alabama was going to get through it one way or the other.

Anyway. He was a nice guy, and I liked him.

On the left is Noah. The next guy is a new friend of ours who had gone with me to truck that stuff (so I wouldn't get lost...he's a local), and so he was with us. Then the Governor, and me, Isaac, Dad, and some other guys that I had no idea who they were, so I cut them out.
In the background, btw, is the house we were primarily working on.


We also had the opportunity to meet the West ladies, who were working and staying at the Boyd's house, other friends of ours who lived near the Lee place. Dad took this picture to send to them since they only met four of us, and I thought I'd post it as well.

From left to right...
Noah (12) Dad, Mom, Benjamin (5), Isaac (15), Hannah (3), Samuel (7), Me (17) and Micah (10).
The only person missing is out older brother Adam, who's 25 and is...somewhere in Eastern Europe.