Betty and Sonny Gosnell were just sitting down in their living room with an insurance agent to sign a policy for health coverage when the twilight turned pitch-black and a dreadful noise broke the evening stillness. "It sounded like a big, huge-engined train coming," recalled Mrs. Gosnell. "Then you heard things around you crumbling, snapping. It sounded like popcorn popping."
In an instant, the tornado was upon them. Unable to reach their basement because of the glass shards whipping through the air, the Gosnells huddled on the floor. By the time the storm abated, a stop sign poked through the ceiling...
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