I have lived on the East Coast my entire life. From down south in Georgia all the way up to Connecticut and multiple states in between. (I was a very reluctant nomad which may explain why once I hit 18 I’ve stayed in the same place ever since.)
We have lots of things that happen on the East Coast. For example, hurricanes are a fact of life. So when Hurricane Irene threatened, I, like everyone else, simply went about all the normal preparations and rode out the storm and stayed alert for tornado warnings.
Ummmm. Those are new. Now, growing up we went through earthquake and tornado drills in school but since they never, EVER happened, it always felt a bit like one more school fact long forgotten.
So last week when I was sitting right here at my computer and started feeling the earth shake, and then it kept shaking, well, I didn’t know what was happening. The quake lasted about 45 seconds but felt more like a slow motion five minutes. I think it took me about 40 of those seconds to comprehend the fact – I think we’re having an earthquake!! So by the time I dredged up “what to do in an earthquake” from my memory and ran to a doorway*, the quake was nearly over.
And I shook like a leaf for quite some time after that. Hands down, there is nothing like an earthquake to remind you just how small we are. Just how big God is. And how little control we really have over anything.
By west coast standards, I realize the quake was small and slightly laughable** but for us uninitiated east coasters, it was a scary first time event for many of us.
*I have since learned that I should have gone outside. However, since school drills were the only thing in my memory banks, all I could remember was going under my desk or in a doorway (which may have been the tornado part?) Anyhow – I went to a doorway…