Couple nights ago, Guri
and I suddently woke up as our entire building started shaking. I embraced Guri and said, "It's okay." In deep sleep, its never clear if its a dream or if we're awake. A moment later, the building really started swaying. A photo frame fell from our hinges and made a loud splat. We have rollers in our building and we're on the 4th floor, so even a 4.0 earthquake (as this was) seems like Disneyland ride. :) This time Guri assured me, "It's okay." The thing is that nothing was okay. We've both experienced the Loma Prieta earthquake and know about the fatality of such situations. What we were saying to each other, though, was that even if this is our last moment, its okay. Its been a good ride. May you be blessed, may all be blessed. Such a moment at 5:33AM would've been improbable if our lives weren't dedicated to service; in service, we think of others first and that fosters a deep sense of belonging that transcends the particulars of a circumstance. No matter where you go, no matter what your circumstances, there's a sense of confidence that you will find a way to serve. Then, there's less fear of change and of the unknown.