As a native Californian, I’m accustomed to the aftermath of
earthquakes. I have seen my own belongings cracked and smashed,
and concrete turned to powder by the Northridge quake. A friend
saw her kitchen knives fly out of their storage block and embed
themselves in the opposite wall during the Landers quake in 1992,
which had a magnitude of 7.3 on the Richter scale. Despite these
experiences, I was not prepared for the devastation I saw along
the Gulf Coast in May 2006, when I joined a group of Rotarians on
a relief work trip to the town of Pass Christian, Mississippi.