I was teaching English to my seventh graders. They were about to leave on a vocal trip to downtown. The sky was bright blue, and a few white puffy clouds floated about the window.
Suddenly, we heard thunder. Then, a few seconds later, the floor rumbled. I froze. My students laughed. They told me it was the air conditioner acting up. Then, the rumble came again.
My students trip was cancelled, as the news and realtiy was explained to us. Some of my students' parents were downtown that day. One, who was a doctor, told us how he was to be at the Murrough building for a 9:00 appointment, He was late, and the light turned red. He considered pushing it, but waited. We didn't hear from him for hours, as we waited to hear his fate. His life was saved by waiting for that red light.
So many stories were told and saved. So many precious lives. I have only gone down to the memorial but a few times. If you want to ruin your day with tears, go there. I'm going tomorrow to honor the dead and injured. Tomorrow is fourteen years. OMG! How to bear such misery? Tears! Just tears! The horror of the day!