Looking back now this photo brings back way too many painfull memories. I know I was in a small space trapped between the walls and my bed, but to see it actually in a photograph, it is a miracle that we were able to survive. And for such a long time being unable to move.
Imagine being trapped in a crawl space only big enough for a body to crawl through. Spending over 5 hours in the dark where all you could do was to use you hands to feel around the floor in hopes you will find something useful.
When I first found my telephone I was elated only to have those emotions of joy change back to terror when I realized the phone did not work. To lay in this space for so many hours, your minds drifts to all sorts of emotions. Will they find us? Will our air run out and we will be entombed in the Northride Meadows apartments? Can I stand the pain any longer? Has all of Los Angeles been turned to rubble? Was this the Big One? To me I could never imagine anything worse.
Only three people on the first floor of the apartments would survive that day. And the scarest part of all, I was the last person to be found alive.
Why was I one of the chosen few to survive the first floor of our building?? This kept running through my mind. I remember being angry!! Why was I the chosen one!! Why did so many people die?? What ever God has planned for me will surface or come to me in time.