Toward the end of last year when the air was crisp but not cold, I experienced a fright which took hold of my body pushing my adrenaline to cause me to react in what might be called a super-natural way. It was late afternoon when I heard a loud boom . . .

The next thing I remember was finding myself outside down the street from my residence, watching a dark plume of smoke rising in the sky. A lady across the street from me, and workmen on my side of the street and I all stood gazing in bewilderment at the murky sky just beyond us wondering what had just occurred. The neighbor said everything hanging on her walls had fallen off and there was glass scattered on the floor. I stood in the street in my sock feet without the outdoor cane which I normally would have had with me.

As I later checked the news on local television stations, I learned there had been an explosion at a manufacturing facility not far from me which had literally rocked the area, causing buildings to be lifted off their foundations as though in an earthquake.

However, not only did I experience the “fight or flight” effect of the explosion, but all the contents of my building were somehow left intact. I don’t know about the contents of the church across the way. But Its stained-glass windows were blown out. And shattered glass was on the sidewalk of the coffee shop on the corner. Ultimately, my family and I, and the plant facility’s engineers/inspectors did substantiate that the lifting of my building had caused significant damage. It will be a long and costly process, but I plan to repair physical cracks to walls, hearths, ceilings, and more; these are visible. The invisible fracture to my feeling safe in my own home will take even longer.

Sometimes an event goes beyond our wildest imagination.  But for me, it could have been so much worse. And for that I am grateful.

Surviving The Fright of My Life
Connie Carlisle Polley, 2025
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