News of the 6.5 magnitude earthquake that just hit Iran reminded me of my experience in an earthquake. Though I’m a full blooded Jersey guy, I lived in southern California during the late 1980’s. I transfered out to LA (actually Long Beach) and stayed out on the left coast, the land of fruits and nuts, for two and a half years until my wife and I had enough and moved back to the Garden State. Five months after I move out there, they have a 6.0 earthquake. I was in my car driving to work in the morning and I had just pulled away from a stop light when my car lunged forward. I thought I had been hit from behind. I kept on moving and then felt my car shifting left to right. I thought I had a flat tire. Then I noticed that my radio was all static so I figured something big had happened.
The plant I worked at suffered minor damage. The worst thing was that a wire fell of a transformer and started a fire in a pile of wooden pallets. Most of the damage from the quake was done to older buildings in Long Beach that had not been properly modified to meet seismic building codes. A common practice for older brick structures was to drill into the stone and insert rebar (reinforcing bar) and then sealing the hole with cement.
I was home with my wife later that night when there was an aftershock and it scared the hell out of us. I rembember the glass doors on a hutch rattling real loud and stuff bouncing up and down. Our apartment complex had a small swimming pool, and it looked like a third of the water had been tossed out of it.
Many people don’t realize that there are earthquakes almost daily in southern California. Most are in the 2.5 to 3.5 range. The worst thing that happens from these mini earthquakes is that they set off all the car alarms. Towards the end of our stay in California, I remember sitting at the dinner table with my wife when I noticed the light over the table shake for a few seconds. I looked at my wife and said, “Earthquake??” and she said, “Yeah, I think so” and we went on and finished our dinner. I was starting to take earthquakes for granted, meaning I was turning into a Californian!! At that point, I knew I had to get back to my home state. Plus I was getting sick of California pizza.
I guess the Iran experience shows that living in mud huts is not a good idea when you’re located on a fault line. It’s hard feeling sorry for Iran. Like maybe if they bought one less nuclear reactor or SCUD missle they’d have money to take care of their people. But offering them aid is the right thing to do from a Christian point of view.