Monday MckLinky: April 19, 1995 - Where Were You?

April 19, 1995 – If you're a long-time Oklahoman you know the significance of this day. If you're not, well, you probably know the significance as well.




It was the day our state was rocked to its very core, the day our sense of security was shaken and the day we collectively asked “Why?”

At 9:02am on April 19, 1995, the Murrah Building in Oklahoma City exploded as a result of the most destructive act of terrorism American had ever known at that time. The bomb killed 168 people, including 19 children. More than 680 people were injured, 324 buildings within a sixteen-block radius were damaged, 86 cars were destroyed, and the explosion shattered glass in 258 buildings close by. In addition to the deaths, building destruction and damage to property, people all over the state were, in an instant, knocked from the reverie of their normal day-to-day goings on and we all watched in horror as the event unfolded before our eyes.
So, where was I?
Much like when Elvis died (if you are old enough), Princess Diana, Dale Earnhart, Micheal Jackson, 9-11 you can not forget where you were the day you heard or saw what happened....
In 1995, I was working as in merchandise display at JCPenneys, we had to be at work very early so, I was already on break with the girls, I was standing by a table with a green apple in my hand. 
I will never forget the feeling for helplessness and terror when they showed it, and absolute fright came over me when they said there were children in the building.  I had just realized a few weeks before that I was pregnant with my oldest son.  For the first time in my life I felt the horror of being a parent and seeing a child suffer, and know how a parent might actually feel.
As the time passed during that long morning everyone seemed to be walking in a fog.  How could someone be so evil, so cold to set up people to die intentionally? 
I will never understand why or how they could lay down to sleep at night and ever have a moment of peace within their minds.