Personal Narrative: Mexico's Worst Mistake
“It started as any other day; I woke up, got dressed, had breakfast and followed my sister into the car. We lived 45 minutes from our school, so we had to hurry up to avoid traffic and get there on time. It was when we were in the middle of Periférico when we felt it. At first, I thought we got hit by another car, so I just cursed and kept on driving, finding it odd to see all of the other cars pulling over. I was casually driving around in the middle of Mexico’s worst earthquake! But I didn’t know it until we arrived at school, it was chaos. Everyone was crying or praying, scared to death of what they just experienced. Afterwards, they turned on the news, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing; most of the city was in ruins, hotels like the
Regis were gone, there had been fires, thousands were dead or injured, many were trying to save people from the wreckage, rescuing newborn babies. That day all of Mexico was grieving, scared and hopeless. We were allowed to leave some hours later to see our families and as I went on the same path home, I started to really notice what had happened; the pavement was cracked open! The same street I had been driving through just a few moments before was a mess. I don’t understand how I lived one of Mexico’s worst disasters and nearly even noticed.
Regis were gone, there had been fires, thousands were dead or injured, many were trying to save people from the wreckage, rescuing newborn babies. That day all of Mexico was grieving, scared and hopeless. We were allowed to leave some hours later to see our families and as I went on the same path home, I started to really notice what had happened; the pavement was cracked open! The same street I had been driving through just a few moments before was a mess. I don’t understand how I lived one of Mexico’s worst disasters and nearly even noticed.