March 28, 2013
Everyone has their own way of thinking and their own way of living. Everyone has their own journey, and it makes us think differently than others. Everyone has a special view about life, and it makes us learn lessons in life differently. Even though people face different obstacles in life, they kind of learn similar lessons on the way.
When I was eleven years old, I was in 6th grade. In my class, we had twenty-five students, and I had two best friends. One was Rebecca, and the other one was Kettelene. Rebecca had so many possibilities in her life. Her parents buy her anything she wants and go to the big cities for vacation. ...view middle of the document...
We all began our very own journeys, all on our own paths.
A year later, on January 12, 2010, at 4:40 in the afternoon, I was in class. I left my classroom, went to the first floor to the cafeteria, and I bought something to eat. It was like any other day. After I sat down to eat and took my first bite, I felt the earth start trembling. It was an earthquake. In the same building that I was in, students died and the building itself was destroyed. So many houses were destroyed or severely damaged because the magnitude of the earthquake was great. Every person in the country cried that day. Some people lost children; some lost mothers, fathers; some lost sisters, brothers, and so many lost friends. Somehow I was saved. I had no damage to my home. I was lucky. After everything calmed down, my family called to check on me. They asked me if I was okay. I told them yes, that I was fine. I asked everyone if they were okay.
After that tragedy everything closed immediately. Nobody could hear from other friends and others family. No phone, no internet, and no electricity. Most people lost everything they had. After one week, the phone was fixed and we had the possibility to call friends and family. I called my friend Rebecca, and she was fine and with her family, but they lost their house. I asked Rebecca if she had heard from Kettelene, because I tried to call her and someone else answered. He said that he had found Kettelene’s phone on the street, but he didn’t know whose it was. Rebecca told me that the same thing happened to her. I knew Kettelene’s father’s phone number, so I called her father and I asked if I could talk...