I know it's a couple of days late and that this might not be significant to people outside the US, but I remember I was sitting in the class room of my favorite teacher ever. She was an elder lady with freckles and Jheri curls and the sweetest attitude to every kid in her class, even those who didn't deserve it. When I showed her pictures of my vacation she would say "There's my baby!"

We were sitting at out desks quietly doing our work when a woman from the school office came in and whispered something in her ear. I saw her look up to the ceiling and say "Oh, Lord..." with a painful look in her eyes. After the other woman left and some murmuring she told us the news. She told us that a building in Oklahoma City had been bombed and she asked that we would pray for them. News started slowly coming in and though I knew it was serious, I didn't know just how serious it was.

But that is a morning I won't forget.