In 1960 I lived with my mother and daddy in Bowling Green, Florida. That year hurricane Donna tracked over Hardee County, including Bowling Green. The storm dramatically showed me man's ready vulnerability to the elements. Four things come vividly to mind when I remember the storm. Right outside my bedroom a large oak limb crashed to the ground. The picture window in the living room was riddled with the sound of debris hitting it. The board that allowed access to the attic lifted and fell constantly with a bang. At one point I went outside and intentionally attempted to fall forward against the wind. The wind not only held me up, but pushed me in the opposite direction. Even though I have lived in Florida all my life, I have never again experienced this. It gave me a deep respect for the violence nature can subject us to. Man's comfortable assumption that he is in uniform control is in fact at base a carefully contrived illusion.
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