
Today I experienced the second
earthquake of my life. The first was a little shocking. It was a new sensation and feeling of helplessness I had never felt before. But today. . . today was frightening! It was the middle of the day. I was putting Marley down for a nap. Pushing her swing as I read an intriguing novel. Then it felt like a semi truck drove right into the side of the apartment. The whole house just shook back and forth and rumbled loudly. I instinctively dove on top of Marley to shield her from anything that might collapse and held my breath until the shaking stopped.
Luckily, our apartment managed to get through the horrifying ten seconds mostly unscathed. Some picture frames fell over, a clock and a basket that adorn my armoire were knocked down, and a few plates and books that stand on my hutch in the kitchen fell, but other than that, we came out of it okay.
I gathered up Marley and ran outside. All the neighbors were out there too. All of us shaken and scared.
Oddly, one of the only things I can remember thinking during the quake (besides, holy crap!) was, I'm so glad we have food storage. I am grateful and comforted to know that should disaster strike--let's keep our fingers crossed that this 5.8 quake was the worst I will ever have to experience--our little family should be prepared to fend for ourselves if needed.
I'm grateful for the inspired church leaders who have encouraged us to prepare for emergencies and offer services such as the cannery and ward emergency preparation specialists to help and assist us in gathering our storage together. I'm grateful for the security I feel in knowing that we are adequately prepared.
And might I add, I'm grateful that I didn't need my food storage today.