Yesterday was one of those days that reminded me that however bad things seem, it could always be a lot worse. All of my whining about over-flowing sinks, flooded bathrooms, 47 flavors of technical difficulties, house mate problems, and continued poverty, seems so pointless in the wake of a huge mudslide that has engulfed my little brothers town. My dad called me yesterday evening, before I had seen the news, to let me know that my brother and his finance were ok, shaken badly but out of harms way. I got hold of my brother last night after I got home, and he's understandably freaked out. He said he was taking pictures of a small slide when the big slide came down, he saw the whole thing happen, God only knows how much he saw, he wasn't ready to talk about it.
It's really only sunk in this morning, how close I came to loosing to my brother. Watching the news reports this morning in fairly unbearable, but for some reason I can't tear myself away from it. I want more information, as much as I can't stand to see it. Listening to the rain batter my windows this morning, I couldn't help but wonder when the next hillside would come down, how many people might be in the way, and praying that they would get away in time. A lot of people in La Conchita didn't. It is but for the grace of God I would be one of those wondering if my loved ones were among them.
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