I will save the gory details, but I’ll just say this: Today a co-worker and I had an awful experience in an elevator. We got stuck, it moved again.. it got stuck again. And from the 5th floor, it dropped to the 1st taking all but 2 seconds of time.
It caused a feeling in my body like no other I have felt–at least not since the earthquake here in the Northeast last summer …
We are ok, of course. I’m walking, talking, typing and hyping. But I’m also eager to use stairs from now on at my place of work and in other walks of life, too.
I get paranoid about things quickly.. and easily. And now, after a startling drop to a near-death I’m ready to keep my feet firmly planted on solid ground–solid as it is without pesky earthquakes that eventually will rattle my nerves again.
