An Earthquake Experience

“You never really know people until you see them in an emergency” is always good advice, as I learned after experiencing a strong earthquake. It was about six months ago. I lived with my new roommate called Sandy. It was at midnight. While I was doing my English homework, all of a sudden there was a huge shake. “Wake up, Sandy! Rush out the door right now!” I shouted. We ran down the floors as fast as we could. Then something happened. As I ran to the fifth floor, I strained my legs. As soon as Sandy saw it, she immediately went back and said, “Don’t be afraid. I will be with you. Let’s go to the nearest column first.” I felt touched that she would do such a thing at that moment. Luckily, the 7.6-magnitude earthquake stopped ten seconds later. Sandy then supported me with her hand and went back to our room. She took a towel and some ointments and tended me. What’s more, the next day, she even got up early in order to accompany me to see the doctor. In addition, during the time that I got hurt, she not only helped me to buy my three meals on weekdays, but also escorted me to my classes even if she had another class. She even stayed in the dorm on the weekend as well. All she did was to take good care of me until I recovered. She didn’t show any impatience or complaints of anything. I appreciated her very much for the fact that she was always on my side whenever I needed her. To sum up, I knew Sandy better from this incident.