So what were you doing when the big quake hit Sunday?
Stories are still coming in from our most recent Easter day earthquake. It seems it has been the topic of conversation the past few days. I rode it out comfortably on my couch where I was resting and enjoying my chocolate high.
As the room began to sway and sway and sway I started to become dizzy, I really thought it was due to my chocolate rush and not until my nephew who was standing up stated several times that we were having an earthquake did I wake up from from coma and realize that “we were having an earthquake!”
I really don’t respond much to the slow rollers” it’s the big jolts that get my attention. Even though I’ve grown up in Southern California and have experienced many earthquakes over the years, it just seems that when we have a temblor it reminds us that we are always going to wonder when “the big one” is going to hit. I’ve been hearing about it my entire life, “when the big one hits,” “be prepared for the big one,”and on and on.
Out-of-towner’s are really afraid of earthquakes no matter how small. A few years ago we hired someone from Detroit Michigan, a nice guy, late 40’s, new to California and had heard but not yet experienced one of our earthquakes.
Terry covered La Quinta and Los Amigos high schools for our program and had just walked into La Quinta’s main office when over the the loudspeaker he heard the principal shout, “we are having an 8.5 earthquake.” Frantic with experiencing an 8.5 earthquake he quickly pushed the secretary aside and flung himself under her desk with the words “duck and cover” going through his head.
He felt he was following procedure, after all.
After the all-clear bell was heard he eased his way back out from under the secretary’s desk and went on his business. He was able to calm himself enough to make his way to his next stop which was Los Amigos and preceded to tell the secretary about the 8.5 earthquake he lived through at La Quinta.
I’m still not sure what the secretary and staff at Los Amigos thought as he told his tale of surviving “the big one” but they must of humored him because by the time he made it back to our office he had a story to tell.
As soon as he walked in he said,”they had an 8.5 earthquake at La Quinta and Los Amigos knew nothing about it.”
I looked at him and said,”there was an earthquake?”
He relayed the entire story to us; how he panicked because he hadn’t been in an earthquake before and wasn’t sure what to expect but that he made sure he got under a desk so he’d be safe. How he replayed the entire ordeal to the staff at Los Amigos and didn’t understand why they didn’t respond to his panic attack.
I looked at this man who I adore and had to ask the burning question.
“Did you feel the ground shake Terry.” He just stared at me.
“Did anything shake?” “No,” he replied.
After I picked myself up from the floor and was able to control my laughter
I had to tell him the truth.
“It was a drill, Terry.”