The Day that I forgot my good manners.
I live in south east Spain. The tectonic plate that supports the continent of Africa, and the tectonic plate under Spain meet under this region. Seismic movements occur quite frequently. Most are so gentle that they are rarely felt, but now and again a strong earthquake shakes this area. In May 2011 a strong quake hit the town of Lorca not far from where I live, causing much damage, many injuries, and nine deaths. Nearly 200 years ago a big quake caused devastation and hundreds of deaths in this area. And one sunny day in June 2013, when I happened to be in Ciudad Quesada public library doing some research, suddenly, an incredibly loud deafening rumbling noise roared up from under the floor, the walls shook, the windows rattled, the chair I was sitting on threw me off sideways, and I gasped with fear and panic.
Armaggedon ..... The End Of The World.... had struck.
As I leaped to my feet I was aware of shouts and screams from the many other people all around me. I HAD TO GET OUT.... my mind only focused on the DOOR..... and my feet didnt seem to touch the floor as I raced to the exit, bashed the swing door aside with both hands, and a moment later breathlessly I reached the street. Then slowly the roaring ceased, the ground stopped heaving, and my heart stopped thumping. I calmed down, and gradually I became aware of the crowd of people who had followed me out to safety. I glanced up and saw that the building appeared to be undamaged. Then we all started speaking at once ..... excitedly expressing to each other our relief at being alive.... and some were even hugging and kissing each other. Then I noticed that the two people who had been the closest people behind me as I rushed out, were two frail little old genteel ladies. Thats when I realised..... with shame .....that I had totally forgotten my usual good manners. In my selfish desire to save my own miserable worthless life .... I had completely forgotten to hold the swing door open for those two old ladies.
If they ever set eyes on me again.... I hope that they will forgive and forget the day that I forgot my good manners.
A true story..... by John Francis...... TorreviejaJohn.

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