Marty Bernich, against all odds, was smiling. His ranch-style home was crumbled all around him. His cars lay crushed and muddied on his front lawn. The air was filled with floating, irritating bits of fiberglass insulation. But Bernich, a resident of a once nice block in Moore, Okla., knew how lucky he was. Not 48 hours earlier, he, his wife and their two daughters had shut themselves in a small utility room, linked arms and prayed, knowing a monster loomed above. "It was surreal, time was frozen," he said. "It felt like the tornado was hovering over our house," which it...
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