Mine couldn’t have been more so:
At 8:20 as the church service started, so did the earthquake; like all good Central American dwellers, we waited for the shaking to stop and then moved on.
At 9:00, I listened to a message given to English-speaking Christian church-goers about how not to be gripped with fear while living in one of the most dangerous countries in the world, which incorporated the Islamic proverb: Trust God, but tie up your camel.
At 9:45, I left church to see someone’s private security guard in the parking lot making sure that that someone could be inside listening to a message about not being afraid without being afraid.
At 10:00 I boarded a city bus to sit behind the military personnel posted there so that gang members might not attempt to kill the driver.
At 11:00, I participated in a protest for justice and listened to people around me chant: “no tenemos miedo…no tenemos miedo” (we are not afraid…we are not afraid) as a number of them were flanked by personal security.
Once I digest all that, I’ll have more to say about the protest itself…