December 1, 2008

I don’t understand how these people can survive these temperatures. I mean, I like the cold, but not this cold. I’m thinking my toes are gonna fall off!
And as a family we have decided on what we’re going to do now. As soon as the middle of winter goes by, we’re going to start driving back home. Quite frankly, I’m fearing for what I’ll find when I return home. We’ll probably come back home to find an empty shell of what was. Everyone will be dead, with disease lurking behind every corner, waiting to regrow. And it’s not like food will run out soon enough. And as these thoughts ran through my head, I sat silently in the hotel room cowering under an assortment of blankets. Then I suddenly jumped off the bed and yelled, “I can’t stand this!â€?
“Pat, what’s wrong?â€?
“What is there that’s left? Everyone we know will be dead, food will soon be gone, and we’ll always have to worry about getting sick. Let’s just give up!â€? And I stormed out of the hotel room.
Thankyou Qiao! (Once again)