This Moment is Precious

I am thinking about earthquakes. Another one has occurred in the Cayman Islands. We in the Bahamas are as vulnerable to quakes and tsunamis as any other place, and I never really knew it until now. The window is full of calm, a silent, still night is coming down, Haiti is crying, and I am stunned by the thought of all that we know and love around us, swept away in one terrible moment, that it happens to people all the time, that it is only luck so far that has saved us. It is not that we are "blessed," as too many otherwise sensible people are in the habit of saying. Because that would infer that victims of natural disasters are "cursed." It is only luck, nothing more. So there is nothing else to do but love one another, this moment is precious.