Scariest Night of My Life
Tammy
August 29, 2013
The Scariest Night of My Life In April 1984, I experienced what I believe to be the scariest night of my life. At the time I was living in the Philippines, where my husband was stationed at Clark Air Force Base. We lived in a small two bedroom apartment located off base at Friendship Gate. At each end of the hallway was a bedroom, separated by a bathroom. At night when I couldn’t sleep, I would move to the spare bedroom and read or do word search puzzles so I wouldn’t keep my husband awake. On the night of my experience, I was sitting in the spare bedroom reading late at night. My bed began to shake a little. It was so subtle that I didn’t think much of it. When my bed began to move across the floor, I realized it was a major earthquake. I managed to crawl out of bed and get into the hallway. I had to place my hands on each wall in order to walk to the main bedroom where my husband was sleeping. Trying to walk during the earthquake reminded me of trying to walk across the floor of a funhouse at the State Fair. Swaying back and forth, side to side making it hard to maintain my balance. When I finally reach the bedroom where Larry was sleeping, I jumped in the middle of the bed screaming for him to get up. When I finally woke Larry up he told me I was crazy, that I must be dreaming, and to go back to bed. Needless to say, I didn’t get any sleep the rest of the night. The initial earthquake was centered just outside the capital in Manila, just about forty-five miles from our location. The earthquake registered 6.7 on the Richter scale and a couple of aftershocks followed the next day. Larry and I had a mandatory financial class the next morning at the base. As we were sitting in the lobby waiting for the class to begin, the first aftershock hit registering 5.5 on the Richter scale. When Larry’s chair started shaking and sliding back and forth, he bolted out of the building. While
August 29, 2013
The Scariest Night of My Life In April 1984, I experienced what I believe to be the scariest night of my life. At the time I was living in the Philippines, where my husband was stationed at Clark Air Force Base. We lived in a small two bedroom apartment located off base at Friendship Gate. At each end of the hallway was a bedroom, separated by a bathroom. At night when I couldn’t sleep, I would move to the spare bedroom and read or do word search puzzles so I wouldn’t keep my husband awake. On the night of my experience, I was sitting in the spare bedroom reading late at night. My bed began to shake a little. It was so subtle that I didn’t think much of it. When my bed began to move across the floor, I realized it was a major earthquake. I managed to crawl out of bed and get into the hallway. I had to place my hands on each wall in order to walk to the main bedroom where my husband was sleeping. Trying to walk during the earthquake reminded me of trying to walk across the floor of a funhouse at the State Fair. Swaying back and forth, side to side making it hard to maintain my balance. When I finally reach the bedroom where Larry was sleeping, I jumped in the middle of the bed screaming for him to get up. When I finally woke Larry up he told me I was crazy, that I must be dreaming, and to go back to bed. Needless to say, I didn’t get any sleep the rest of the night. The initial earthquake was centered just outside the capital in Manila, just about forty-five miles from our location. The earthquake registered 6.7 on the Richter scale and a couple of aftershocks followed the next day. Larry and I had a mandatory financial class the next morning at the base. As we were sitting in the lobby waiting for the class to begin, the first aftershock hit registering 5.5 on the Richter scale. When Larry’s chair started shaking and sliding back and forth, he bolted out of the building. While