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This Week's prompt: Devastation or displacement
The post I had scheduled for today has been postponed. In light of the horrific devastation Hurricane Sandy has left in her wake I decided to change today's ponder to: Devastation or Displacement
Have you ever been displaced or experienced devestation as we have been seeing in the past few days?
I have to admit that the idea of living through a hurricane absolutely terrifies me and I don't know how y'all withstand hurricanes and tornadoes. But living in Southern California I do have to say there are three specific mornings that stand out in my mind greater than any other.
February 9, 1971
October 1, 1987
January 17, 1994
February 9, 1971 is know as the 1971 San Fernando earthquake. I took place at 6:01 AM. I will NEVER forget the experience of being woken up by that movment to scoot imnmediately into the safety of my doorjamb. It was 9 days before my eleventh birthday. My mother had recently remarried and life was a major rollercoaster. That morning put everything into perspective as my mother raced through the house to make sure each and every one of us was okay.
Fast forward 16 years and I am living in Santa Barbara when the Whittier Narrows earthquake hit at 7:42 AM. My parents were in the direct line of 'fire' and had mutliple items fly through their home. I was one hundred miles away....safely out of harms' way... but the fear was still there.
On January 17, 1994 The Northridge Quake hit at 4:30 AM. I was living in a house with a plate glass window and I was sure it was going to come crashing down. The only thing that ran through my panicked mind was "I am so glad my children are with their father in Santa Barbara and are out of harms' way." What I didn't know at the time was that I had relatives whose homes were knocked off of their foundations, fire hydrants flooding their living rooms and cars destroyed.
I suppose the very fact that hurricanes and tornadoes can be tracked and 'semi' predicted makes it so that they are more 'tolerable.' Earthquakes come without warning and then end up being the gift that keeps on giving.... with after shocks that are sometimes more devestating than the original quake.
My heart goes out to all the victims of Sandy and I do hope that my blogging community of friends and family has remained unscathed.
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