You never forget your first terrorist attack, especially when it happens in your own hometown. Today marks the 14th anniversary of the Oklahoma City Bombing.
I was at work that morning, 8 miles away or so, and we felt the blast shake our building. What happened after that was a blur of volunteer efforts, standing in line for hours to give blood, countless prayers and an ocean of tears. There was sadness, fear and anger.
I am still, to this day, so proud of my fellow Oklahomans. Their responses were swift and sure. Everyone pitched it and started digging – whether it was at the site, in their pockets, or with their hearts. As they say, life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you respond to it.
.
I was honored to volunteer then, and then years later I volunteered at the Oklahoma City National Memorial, a stunningly beautiful and peaceful place nestled in the heart of Oklahoma City.
I do hope that if you ever get the chance, you will visit that Memorial, and either remember that day and those people, or learn more about it.


![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=66422ca6-c4d4-45f4-bb4c-3c28337b93da)