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I live in Herryfordshire, in the UK. So from the very beginning, the scenery took my breath away.

I felt privileged to live here. It was a patchwork of natural beauty,

green hills and golden valleys, wild flowers and healing herbs, luscious fruits and berries,

a land of milk and honey. It was here in this mythical landscape that my brush with

immortality began. At this juncture in my life, I wanted to ask God what his plan is for

humanity. After all, don't we all reach a moment where we ask, why are we here?

I reflected on a time where the rain poured into my heart without pause. I thought of the

homeless, the suffering and the anguish, and then I heard of a nuclear war.

On this particular evening, Ian had the television on. A speaker was solemnly instructing viewers,

take out the doors, prop them against the walls. This will help prevent them from falling on you.

This was the advice that was given to us to prepare for a nuclear war.

I asked Ian if it was some kind of a joke. He said, no, quietly.

That night I didn't sleep.

In fact, it was the three nights that I stayed awake,

gripped by fear, for my daughters, for all of us. Then I saw an article about underground shelters that

were fully equipped with survival kits for three months, nearly £10,000, but no need

to resurface for weeks. That was it. My answer is that we need to survive.

I couldn't wait to tell it even. He agreed. He said, we have just enough to build a shelter

beneath the back garden. That night I slept well for the first half and then the troubling thought woke me up.

What will happen when we resurface? How many others will be alive?

Will the world still be habitable or poisoned?

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