The Big One
"The big one is supposed to hit. Any time, now. We must prepare for it."
At least that is what I have heard all my life.
I remember being in first grade and being so terrified to go to the bathroom at school. What if it hit while I was in the bathroom? What then?
As I grew older it was always a minor fear, but something I was mostly able to forget about.
Living on a fault line, an earthquake is inevitable, at some point or another.
No worries, though.
At least that was how I thought up until a week ago.
Then, for some reason, my thoughts changed.
I don't know why, but I am so scared of an earthquake right now. Each night, as we lay in bed, I long for my children to be in our room with us. I want them safe in our beds, not in their very heavy bunk beds which are held together by a very small metal piece. It terrifies me. I worry so much.
Each night, I fall asleep praying my guts out that those little angels of mine will be safe. That despite anything, my family will be safe and preserved.
To make matters worse, I read on the news something that scared me clear through. According to new scientific evidence, some earthquakes can be predicted. Scientists have found that every 350 years a very big earthquake hits Utah. The last one? 350 years ago. Which means the next one to hit will be this year.
I am terrified.
I don't know why this sudden fear has gripped me. I have basically lived in the same area my whole life. Fault lines running through the grounds of my school, my house, my town right on top of the fault lines. Never have I worried before. Now, I go about my day with a prayer in my heart, pleading for the safety of my family. Begging.
I guess I am so worried because I have never really been in an earthquake before. Not a real one, anyway. I have seen the news about the devastation in Haiti 2010, Mexico 1985, California 1994 etc. and it scares me like I have never been scared before.
I guess all I can do is continue to pray and have faith that my family will be looked after.
Qué será, será