あなたはその時？ What do you do on that occasion?

I had gotten past the road and maybe a quarter of a mile beyond when it hit.
It knocked me flat on my face,the heaviest shake I had ever felt in my life. I've felt heavy quakes in California; they weren't a patch on this one. I lay face down for a long moment, digging into the rock with my finger nails and trying to get it to hold still.

The seasick roll kept up and kept up and kept up, and with it the noise-a deep bass rumble, deeper than thunder and more terrifying.

A rock rolled up against me and nipped my side. I got to my feet and managed to stay there. The ground was still swaying and the rumble kept on. I headed for the house, running-like dancing over shifting ice. I fell down twice and got up again.

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I was thinking about the Schulzes and how good it was to find them alive, as we trudged over to our place. I told Dad that it was a miracle.
He shook his head. "Not a miracle. They are survivor types."
"What type is a survivor type?" I asked.
He took a long time to answer that one. Finally he said, "Survivors survive". I guess that is the only way to tell the survivor type for certain".
I said,"We're survivor types, too, in that case."
"Could be," he admitted. "At least we've come through this one."

From "FARMAR IN THE SKY" written by Robert A. Heinlein by Del Rey Book

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