According to the Lincoln Journal Star, Nebraska native Kyle Simpson spent an entire day cleaning up, and assessing the damage, from the flooding around his Platte River home. The bomb cyclone that struck Great Plains area has left behind devastating flood waters, particularly along the rivers of Nebraska and Iowa.
After a long day of wading through the mud that the floodwaters had left behind, nothing sounded better than a cold beer. Shortly thereafter, their prayer was miraculously answered when Simpson’s friend spotted something in the distance that appeared to be a refrigerator, tangled in the leftover debris.
“‘Hey, this is a refrigerator.’ And he opens it up and says, ‘It’s full of beer.’ And he reaches in and says, ‘It’s ice cold.'”
There, in the middle of a field, two men and fridge full of cold Busch Light, along with a few Bud Lights. It was a miracle.
“It was a gift sent from the heavens, and we were happy to see it. But we hoped the people who lost the fridge were OK, we hoped their property was OK.”
Anyone that says they don’t believe in miracles is an absolute idiot. How else can you explain this? Kyle is having an absolute shit day, shit week rather, after a bomb cyclone floods half the fucking state of Nebraska, but as a hard-working Midwesterner, he knows that the day isn’t done until the job is done. Out in the mud busting his ass to clear the debris from what is now the swamp that he owns and what happens? The heavens open up with a sign, a sign that says “hey, I see you, and everything is going to be alright.” To top it all off… it’s still ice cold.
A miracle. An absolute miracle, and I refuse to acknowledge any other explanation for how or why this happened.