I get it. We had a small earthquake over here in the relatively insulated-against-acts-of-God East Coast. From the second it happened, I was tired of hearing about it. I’ve felt less spatially secure after two glasses of wine, than from that earthquake. I think this paints an accurate picture:
I understand-it’s scary when you’re not sure what’s happening, especially for those who live in areas that have been traumatized by massive acts of violence. But let’s think about how much worse it could’ve been. This didn’t happen here:
And it didn’t happen here for a few reasons: 1)the sheer magnitude of the quake was much smaller, 2)we have the means to fortify our properties against such disasters and 3)we have efficient emergency management plans and resources in place that allow us to act swiftly and safely to limit injury, loss of life and property destruction. So, give thanks that we had those things on our side, that we continue to have those things on our side, and that life goes on, as usual.