We rode out Northridge ‘94 on Tilden Street in Sherman Oaks, 6.29 miles from the epicenter. It was the most frightening experience of my life.
People don’t realize the SOUND that an earthquake brings.
Having experienced quite a few earthquakes — starting with Sylmar in 1971 and through and including Northridge, I have a theory why they are so terrifying.
We live our lives with the certainty that “Terra Firma” will be “firma.” When the ground itself shifts, then everything you believe, everything you hang your entire world picture on, is out the door.
You are a tiny, naked creature in a big world over which you have no control. The love of God is your only shield to what is happening.
The fear we feel is atavistic.