FLAWED SYSTEMS
ONE HORROR TO THE NEXT; FEAR, DESPAIR, LONELINESS!
This will be over soon and I can go on with my life. That is how I have felt since, Thanksgiving Day November 26th, 1998. The day my life was transformed, forever. In summation, forever can be a lifetime. Just like an eternity is a very long time. One never knows just how long we have to live on this earth. One moment your speeding right along living your life to the fullest and not paying attention to anything, aside from, what is going on around you. Then one day your life alliterates in a twinkling of an eye. Just like mine did when it was disrupted never the less?
However, as time marches on endlessly each day is a never-ending battle for survival. It seems in the horizon there is no hope in sight with nightmares, madness, hunger, homelessness, anxiety, and boredom. The main question comes to mind at this time. How does one end up this way? Where did it start? What is the solution in all of this turmoil? One day you are happy go lucky. The next thing you know your life is turned upside down. Questioning if there will ever be any light at the end of the tunnel. All the while drowning in a sea of discontent and disbelief. The right questions end up being vague and void of any real understanding.
Nobody listens. Nobody cares. You keep telling yourself, you must be mad. Repeatedly in your head to the point of wanting to shout as loud as you can to top of your lungs. "Why doesn't anyone understand?" Every step along the way gets harder moreover, for your fight for justice. Compassion is nowhere to be found. Greed is the name of the game, so to speak. Nothing justifies the means. All you want to do is stand up for what's right. Further more, in the proceeding having your head slammed against the wall to no end in a literal since of word. Do the means clarify the suffering involved? When will it ever end and confirm where justice prevails. Alternatively, will it continue with those with the most resources winning the battle against the defenseless as always? Ripping to treads the less fortunate to non-existence. The big guy against the little person in the procedure, the rich want more from the backs of the poor, treads the less fortunate on Thanksgiving Day November 26th, 1998 in Redding, California at Liquor Barn as a employee for Tim Carroll. Where does one go from here? The best thing to do right now might be to go back where it all started months ago in order to get a better grasp of what this is all about. Putting the pieces together to make since of it all. The meaning and to contemplate all the resources that are available, no one should have to experience or go through what I had too.
Today started out just like any other workday. Except, it was Thanksgiving Day. There was nothing unusual when it started out. It was a holiday as any other holiday. However, this day was no picnic to say the least. It ended up being a day I will never forget as long as I live. Forever etched in my memory. Out of the blue and the last thing on one's mind is horror of living through a war zone? The furthest from anyone's contemplation, or even for those matters apprehending such a disaster to take place and thrust upon us. From my recollection at the time, I was in transit with two twelve packs of beer and restocking the cold box at Liquor Barn in Redding, California. When out of nowhere a 5.2 magnitude bombshell rattled the outlet at 11:47 a.m? Instantaneously I stopped in my tracks and cautiously put the twelve packs on the floor in front of me the second I realized it was an Earthquake.
Having grown up in the Los Angeles area, I had had my portion of shakers; however, nothing with the likes of this one. In no way previously had I experienced an Earthquake so ominous personally? The Earthquakes in the Los Angeles area always happened to me when I was frequently fast asleep in bed. I would move to and fro a bit and that would be the end of it. Conceivably a few things would descend off the walls or out of the cupboards and land on the floor. Nothing that you think would cause any anxiety, substantially or even that noteworthy, not this time. This time I was motionless on a cement floor. I felt what seemed similar to lightening under both of my feet. In the first few moments, the first shock came from in the reverse direction and welt through my legs. Then, I felt a second impact one even fiercer than the first one. It happened unconstrained and lightening-quick. I could sense the sixteen miles under my feet. I felt like I was bound to fall into a cranny that had opened. Instead, it passed underneath me and headed in the route I had been walking in. I thought I was going to lose my life.
Next, I gazed up above me at the ceiling to make sure it was not advancing downwardly. All the while looking in the bearing towards the front of the store at the volatile substance hanging overhead and crossing across the frontage of the market. I could hear energy forces all around. In the foreground I began to see bottles sway and fall off top shelves.
Behind I could hear crushing bottles falling onto the floor. On the aisle adjacent to me, bottles were dispirited. It was like combat, which I had never seen in my life's experiences. What had seemed like an eternity played out in slow motion as if time had stood still? It had sub-sided and was gone now. The panic of an Earthquake had surpassed. The fright and fear during that instant while the bowels of the earth shook. An Earthquake discharging and releasing the urgency of its entire furor and procuring as to what was in charge. The Earthquake made its presence known by the power it holds. With no altercation on my part or doubt by the ravage, it had left and made official on its destructive path.
Now I had to intervene and do what was necessary and anticipated as an employee. No matter that, I felt like running out of the building and never coming back. It was of no repercussion to me at the time. Nonetheless, I knew I could not do it. I still had a job to execute. Never like this despite the fact. I had never been in an Earthquake while working. Up to this point I had always been at home in bed when an Earthquake had occurred. Now indubitably, what was anticipated or unequivocally how I was to go about it was the next step ingrained in my mind and thoughts. That very second I needed to gather all my wits about myself. I could no longer let my fear about what had just happened get in the way. The main thing to contemplate about after the encounter had subdued was to give whatever helping hand of any kind that I could convene.
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