Hi guys and welcome back to my blog.
It’s March 18th, a Friday, marking seven days after the Earthquake and Tsunami hit Japan.
I have a hard time understanding how anybody can talk about anything else. Although, from a certain frame of mind, I can see how necessary it is to find a balance.
I just find it enormously sad.
I wish there was something I could do besides prayer and donate. I try to find useful information to pass along. It’s just seems hopeless. I don’t know why this disaster hit a soft spot for me in my heart.
Actually I do know why. It is because I lived through a horrible earthquake in Los Angeles in December of 1994 before moving to Italy. It was called the Northridge earthquake. It was terrible. I was living alone in Santa Monica in a nice apartment. The quake hit so early in the morning. I remember the heat.
I remember waking up about five minutes before it hit knowing something was wrong. It was a horrible experience that I still have a hard time talking about.
I looked for a safe place to wait for the shaking and noise to end. Dogs were barking. I went in the doorway. All of my grandmother’s plates fell to the ground in the kitchen. The bed moved a foot, a framed picture dropped, the glass broke. The stove moved too. The fridge moved too. The trash fell over.
I wondered if my car had moved or had hit the side of the garage. I made a call. My mom was sleeping and hadn’t felt it, lucky for her.
I got in my car and drove southwest following my instinct towards my mom’s house. I wondered if the roads were still there. At Fifth street and Broadway I nearly hit a downed power cable.
It was the first time in my life I had seen Los Angeles without lights. It was sort of nice. I made it to my mom’s house, parked the car and someone yelled at me. A siren spun and passed. It was a firetruck.
After my mom calmed me down, we went a surveyed the damage taking pictures and praising God we were okay.
An earthquake truly shakes you up and makes you feel like you are an ant in the world. God is an amazing power. With the sweep of a hand, He can create or destroy.
It’s a sad sad day, however, when so many people are killed. I pray for them.