“I couldn’t get out of my car because the wind started to pick up and I couldn’t open the door,” she said. “Things started hitting my car so I was covered by all the debris. I couldn’t see outside and then my car started to lift up, go side to side.”
All she could see was a twirling fog. A tree flew past her window. All she could hear was the rain and debris pelting her car.
She called her parents, who were inside the house in the basement.
“They told me to get down under my dashboard,” she said. “They tried to get out but they couldn’t because there were trees and limbs everywhere.”
It seemed like 10 minutes, Miller said, but it certainly lasted less time than that.
“The first part I was thinking I was going to die because I felt the car moving and I thought it was going to be picked up and gone. Then I calmed myself down because I had my mom on the phone and they said they were going to come get me and I saw the lights, so I just started to calm down and waited till everything went away.”
The car suffered a few dents and a cracked windshield. The damage to her parents’ house — smashed windows, destroyed porch — were repaired.
Miller leaned on her family to address the emotional damage.
“The first few days I was a little shocked,” she said. “But I got through it because I have 64 members as a family, so they were all talking to me, saying, “You’ll be OK.’”