I guess it’s always interesting when you stare the possibility of the end in the face.
I am not sure if I did or didn’t.
When that earthquake rumbled through Cuernavaca at 1:14 p.m. Tuesday, I honestly questioned my mortality.
I sat in the bedroom of the guest house of our awesome land lady in Los Tabachines community in south Cuernavaca.
Cuernavaca is about 50 miles south of the Mexico City.
Anyway, it was a typical Tuesday, I was trying to get through writer’s block and fulfill my freelance obligations to various clients.
But then, the earth shook.
It didn’t just shake, the ground was moving.
Jill, who was in the kitchen, yelled, ‘’EARTHQUAKE.’’
I knew what it was but I was just in shock.
I talked to my dad today and he said we had been through a couple of tremors growing up in Tokyo.
I had felt nothing like this.
I could not even up stand up.
Nori, our faithful Belgian Sheepdog who had been watching me from the bed, jumped up and we somehow got to the kitchen and then to the back yard. Jill was there on her knees. She told me she could not walk because of the quake.
She told me that she could not believe I was still standing. When I thought about it, I was surprised too.