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Count me in that group. When I found out last night that they were alive, I said, "they're alive? THEY'RE ALIVE!"

:) Me too. I was hoping and praying, but didn't realize how little I really expected such a good outcome until it happened. We were watching the constant coverage on Fox until they broke away after hearing that it would be at least a couple hours more, guess that was around 10. I went to bed and my husband stayed up, decided to turn on the TV one last time before going to bed at 1145, just in time to hear that all nine were alive. He came and woke me up, said "They're all alive!" I said "WHAT! Am I awake?!" LOL

What a miracle! Then I was hooked, stayed up til the fifth miner was pulled out and then forced myself to go back to sleep. Some on a thread last night felt that Fox's coverage was poor earlier in the day, late to cover breaking news etc, but IMO, they were the best BY FAR late last night, the most genuine, the most jubilant, and the most human. Say what you want about Geraldo (don't have much use for him myself) but he and Rick Levanthal did a great job, didn't care about editing quality, seemed much more concerned about genuine emotion and spontaneity. Very cool.

Praise God from Whom all blessings flow!!! What an amazing story, we needed it as a country I think. And this picture on Fox News today brought the tears all over again. I just can't even imagine his wife's roller coaster emotions of 3 days.

Quecreek miner Harry B. Mayhugh, with his wife, prepares to talk to reporters after being released from the hospital.

I stayed up until they broke through & the Guv (and didn't he do a great job?) announced that the nine were still alive. I lasted until the first miner was up & I knew that they were saved. What a relief.

I needed some good news. We had moped around all day. Our community (Green Bay/Brown County) buried two police officers yesterday. They were murdered by some (insert a series of obscenities and profanities here) who rammed his truck into their parked squad car for reasons only known to him. The processional from the funeral home to the park at which they held the memorial (about 3000 people showed up for the memorial service) stretched for miles, primarily law enforcement and fire fighters. I vaguely knew the older cop because of his work as a bailiff and as a police officer from another department. I didnt' know the other officer, by my mom knew her family. I lasted until the bagpipes started playing before the tears started. I lost it when one of the younger officer's friends saluted her--and the bagpipes went into Amazing Grace. It was so incredibly sad that I welcomed a chance to cheer.