PHUKET IN AMERICA
Phuket ( the "h" is silent: poo-ket), Thailand, is one of the most paradisiacal places in the world. In December, the weather is as perfect as it gets on earth.
The water in the ocean is perfect. The soft sand beach is perfect. The gentle breeze rustling through the palm tress is perfect. The service in the five-star hotels on the beach is perfect, the 90 proof tropical drinks with the pineapple slice and cocktail umbrella are perfect.
On December 26, 2004, tourists from a score of countries from around the world were enjoying this perfection. The sky was cloudless, the sea calm and crystal clear. You could not ask for a more beautiful day in paradise.
Unbeknownst to them, 500 miles away in the Indian Ocean, 19 miles beneath the surface, a tectonic plate ruptured with such force that the entire planet rang like a bell. It was the largest earthquake ever recorded - 9.3 - and it shook the ocean so violently that a massive tidal wave was soon bearing down upon Phuket.
The tourists were enjoying the beach and the sun and the tropical drinks without a care in the world. They had not an inkling of their fate. The tsunami came without warning out of the blue sea, and minutes later 9,000 of them were dead.
When I was in Las Vegas this past weekend at the FreedomFest discussed by Richard Rahn, I thought of Phuket.