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I listened horrified as my niece described her earthquake survival story then her long nine kilometer walk back home in bare feet, through broken glass, wrecked and flooded streets, carrying her two year old.
I listened horrified as my niece described her earthquake survival story then her long nine kilometer walk back home in bare feet, through broken glass, wrecked and flooded streets, carrying her two year old.
I had no time to stop when the oncoming truck made a left turn.
I lose my heart to one hundred students a day, while wondering how long I can survive.
I could actually feel the gland excreting as I tried to decide "Fight or Flight."
As Katrina's waters rose, this became clear: how you loved and lived your life BEFORE the storm came - that determined, to a large extent, how well you survived AFTER it passed.