Tsunami

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

It was one of those entirely rare mornings where OLeif did not work till four, and there was little to be done at the apartment besides empty the dish washer and straighten up the place, as Collette was through studying. There had been donuts for breakfast and OLeif was working on thumbnails of pictures for a particular photo gallery website he was concocting.

Meanwhile, Collette was thinking about other jobs – a photographer for National Geographic – OLeif would love such a job. He could work from home unless on assignment, and he would visit places all over the world, which might even cure his constant urge to be on the move. A vegetable scientist – perhaps the job that would put him out of his mind the most. A restorer or cleaner of old paintings. She might like such a thing.

Then OLeif wanted to take weekend flights to Maine, the Grand Tetons, New Mexico, Colorado, etc… That would be another possibility of a cure for his restlessness.

There was the terrific tsunami in Sri Lanka, India, and surrounding areas, Sunday, killing somewhere in the vicinity of fifty-two thousand people. It was a horrific sight to see so many dead bodies along the shore and under rubble. Before the tidal wave came up, the sea receded a good distance, stranding many fish along the beaches. People there, rushed out to see the phenomenon and were trapped by the forty-foot wave crashing in right after them – at amazing speeds of five hundred miles per hour. It was said to be the largest natural disaster in world history – recorded modern history anyway.

Collette found herself reminding her thoughts daily – that everything had a purpose, and that no matter what occurred, there was goodness in taking every bit as it came with thought and acknowledgment of its importance. Everything would come when it was meant to. After all, could God fail, could God miss something, could God design a mistake?