April 19, 1995 started as any other day. It was a Wednesday. I was getting ready to go to Bible Study Fellowship when the house shook and I thought the house next door had exploded. It was under construction, but when I went outside I realized, everything was normal. It wasn’t until I arrived at the Bible study that I realized there had been a terrible explosion in downtown Oklahoma City. Everyone thought it was an accident, because no one dared think the unthinkable ~ a terrorist attack. After the Bible study, I went to a Newcomer’s Lunch where we prayed and we all pushed our food around on our plate. Who could eat when you knew such a tragedy was unfolding in our city.
The news was reporting by the minute and requesting blood donations. I went to the local Blood Institute and stood in line to do the only thing I knew to do ~ give my blood to hopefully help save someone’s life. Then the news began to get more shocking….many had died….there were children, loved ones, family members. Almost everyone in OKC knew someone or knew someone who knew someone who was in the building. News was slow in coming as to who exactly had escaped, who was seriously injured and who was gone.
That day was a day of great sorrow for not only OKC, but our nation. I was very proud of the people. Everyone supported and encouraged each other. Thousands of rescue teams poured into OKC and were identifiable by their uniforms. Rescue dogs helped.
Where were you when you learned of the bombing? Or is it ancient history to you. For me, I will never forget where I was that day. Nor what has come to be called the Oklahoma Standard of love and care.
Last year, I wrote