July 16, 1990, a magnitude 7.7 quake killed nearly 2,000 people. I was on my way to the wet market in Quaipo when suddenly the ground was shaking. At first, I thought I was just dizzy or something. I continued walking but when I was near to the church, the trembled got stronger, and it was like I was walking on an inflatable ground that bounced up and down. The people were screaming, children were crying, some were praying while crying. It was truly a horrible scene. Jason at that time was 2 years old and he was in our house with his father. I tried to go back home, but I couldn’t walk anymore. My knees were trembling, my heart was over beating, and while I was looking at the frightening face of the people,I looked up the sky, and I asked the Lord, will this be the end of the world Lord? And then I cried silently, and I asked forgiveness to all my sins.
I closed my eyes while I was thinking Jason in our house, his laughter and tears, his smile on his face, his happy and sad face was all in my mind. I thought I would never see again my son until I felt that the ground stopped shaking. Since I was near to the church, instead of going back home, I went inside the church and thanking HIM that the earthquake has stopped. I was still crying when I got home, and as soon as I saw Jason, I picked him up, and I hugged him, I kissed and kissed and kissed him. I thank the Lord that my family was okay after that frightful day in our lives.
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