5:41 AM: Phone rings. T's name (my dedicated letter writer from yesterday's post) appears on my phone.
"What is wrong with that girl? After 17 years, doesn't she know there's a time change?" I think. I send her to voicemail. Then I roll over.
5:47 AM: Phone rings again. My mother's name appears. I send her to voicemail.
"What's wrong with everyone?" I think.
Then I bolt up.
My immediate thought: Terrorist Attack.
I call my mother back. She describes the earthquake in Japan and California's tsunami warnings. Sadly, I am somewhat relieved.
When have you felt relief in the face of disaster?
3 years ago