A Bullet Dodged

Standing at the front door, there was a churning in the pit of my stomach, a twisting resignation that I was saying goodbye to everything on the other side of that locked door. What was once a storm passing us far out in the Atlantic was now predicted to make landfall right on our coast, a coast one mile away from my front door.Now, before you think me melodramatic, let me assure you I believed what they were saying on the news channels. It was a Category 4 Hurricane and it had already done t...