Moving to Honduras, you are fully prepared to experience a disaster. Mudslides, hurricanes, bus accidents, and other catastrophes tend to plague nations with depleted budgets dedicated to infrastructure, or with misfortunate geographical placement. When you move here, you expect it; it becomes a part of your mentality as within the range of possible every time that there is a violent storm or when you flag down a bus. What you least suspect is something of a similar magnitude happening back home.

With the Chi High bus crash in 2005 and the bridge collapse on Wednesday, we were both extremely shocked and upset by what happened; for the obvious reasons such as the needless loss and overall senselessness of the situation, but also that such things could happen back in Minnesota or Wisconsin; places that we depict as serene and safe in contrast to our surroundings and living situation. Its one thing to prepare for tragedy to happen when you live in a developing country, and quite another to deal with an event that effects those you love thousands of miles away in the place you call home.

It’s not my intention to delve into platitudes about what happened, nor write something emotionally stirring; plenty of people with more justification than I will do so. We just want to express our gratitude that everyone we know and love is alrightsimon