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At first I was numb to what happened. But then it starts to seep in. Until it hits me all at once.



This was the end of the world as I knew it. It’s like the aftermath of an earthquake. You don’t know if it’s safe to leave your house. You need the reassurance from some higher authority—a man on the television screen or the radio station to tell you it is ok to go outside.



But while you wait you can still somehow feel the utter destruction on your doorstep, the massive undertaking looming on the horizon even if you never dare peek through your window.



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I just knew I would never be the same. Like a town after it is struck by a natural disaster. The residents try to pick up the pieces of what used to be their homes, their lives. But normality would never be restored. They would always remember what blew through their city. It scarred them forever. The media would take about them for years to come. About how unfortunate they were.



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An earthquake is an interesting event. It shakes you to the core, and then it stops. But its impact is felt long after the earth ceases trembling. And unlike other natural disasters, there is no guarantee it is over when all is calm again. The fault planes may still be uneven and aftershocks may occur while you are trying desperately to return to normalcy.



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What I’ve learned from all I’ve been through is that bad things will happen to us that are beyond our control. But afterwards we have two choices: to let these events ruin us for the rest of our lives or to rise above them.



Yes, the cracks still remain, and there is no promise that our life will be smooth after we face difficult ordeals. But there is hope. After stormy days come days of sunshine. After you hit rock bottom you can only go up again. After earthquakes there will be stability.



The world as I knew it was no more. But in its place rose a world more welcoming, more loving than I had ever known. It took a disaster for this world to come to life. It was hidden under the rubble of numbness just waiting to be unearthed.