Hello London. The Moth is returning to Union Chapel on Thursday, September 28th for a night of vibrant true stories.

The main stage is the quintessential Moth experience, a two-act show featuring a musical act, where the storytellers and a notable host share true personal tales without notes.

Experience a night of unforgettable Moth tales as they're recorded for future episodes of the Moth podcast and radio hour.

Doors open at 7 and doors begin at 8. Get your tickets now at the Moth.org Bowerslash, London.

From PRX, this is the Moth radio hour. I'm your host, Jay Allison, producer of this show.

In this episode, stories about healing, all the ways we manage to recover from the hard stuff.

I should mention that because of the nature of this theme, many of the stories contain references to difficult subjects and traumatic events, so be cautioned.

Our first story, an intense one, as I mentioned, is told by Betsy Lamberson at a show in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, that we produced in partnership with Center for the Oaks.

Here's Betsy, live at the Moth.

In 2006, I was living my dream life in Cairo, Egypt, with my husband, Tom.

Tom was working as a teacher at a local school. I was 24. I had just graduated with a degree in Middle East Studies and Arabic, and I landed a job with a nonprofit that I was deeply passionate about.

And it was incredible. I spoke the language. I had this view of the pyramids from my office, and I truly believed I was exactly where I wanted to be doing exactly what I wanted to be doing.

In fact, we were so happy there that we decided to stay as long as we could, and so I invited my dad and stepmom to come visit us from where they lived in Wyoming.

Now, my parents aren't big world travelers, but they were willing to come visit us because they wanted to see what our life was like.

So when they got to Egypt, we go straight to this little village in the Sinai peninsula called Dahab, and one night we're walking around, and we're just looking for a place to eat.

And all of a sudden, we hear this boom behind us, and we look back, and there is what looks like a large firework fountain, and it actually takes a slight moment to realize there's not supposed to be a firework there.

And we're actually in danger, and at this moment, my dad looks at me, and he says, oh shit, here we go.

And we all take off running, and away from it, and we take one, two, maybe three steps, and then that is when the real bomb goes off behind us.

And it is a sound louder than God. It is so sharp and intense, and the blast from it knocks me forward.

And at this moment, time slows down to microseconds for me, and I'm hyper aware of everything that's going on.

There's this heat from the blast that warms my clothes, and I can actually hear small bits of shrapnel whizzing by my ears in this hot wind.

And then I can't hear anything, and I lift my head up, and I can see people screaming and talking, and I can't hear them, and then suddenly that my hearing comes back.

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