Magnitude 5.7

I could have been killed this morning. My first thoughts were that someone was in my bedroom walking around and making no effort at all to be quiet. I turned on the lamp, but no one was there. Confused, I got up and checked other rooms in the house because I was sure that someone had been making some noise, but the house had nobody who didn't belong. Later I discovered that there had been a strong earthquake not so many miles away, near a city called Magna. Some schools have been damaged, with bricks even falling off the walls. Trailer homes have had severe damage, with front doors that no longer will close, shifted foundations and cracked walls. The Salt Lake City International Airport is closed, with no flights arriving or departing, all due to a broken water main that has caused copious flooding. On the Salt Lake Temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, the statue of the Angel Moroni had the trumpet shaken off. I don't know if it was found, or if someone ran off with a bit of gold! In my living room, a plastic container that had been in the middle of a chair last night was found this morning on the floor about six inches away. I can't see any damage to my house, yet I look at the bookcase right above the head of my bed, made of three shelves and six heavy stone blocks, and I think that I am lucky to still be alive.