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<blockquote data-quote="killerpigeon" data-source="post: 3354289" data-attributes="member: 42920"><p>I was 9 years old when it happened, was in class, lived in Fort Collins Colorado. I had just given a report earlier in the week about the places our grandparents live, mines was about my grandmother that lived in OKC (but was actually Moore). The front office lady came in and told the teacher that my parents were there to pick me up. The teacher looked at me, gave me a hug, and said "I'll be praying for you." I thought is was in some serious trouble to be taken out of class by my parents. When we got to the car, my dad said that somebody crashed a truck into a building in OKC, a building that grandma visits 2-3 times a week, and that we can't get ahold of her, so we're headed down to see her. I remember being really mad, 9 year old boy mad, somebody tried to hurt my grandmother. When we got home, my mother pulled into the driveway with my sister, who was in middle school. We quickly packed and threw everything in the van. I couldn't grasp why everything was so quick and urgent. We got a hold of my grandmother, but were already half way here. As we pulled into OKC, I could see all the lights and helicopters buzzing around. The next day, the family went down to the area, we didn't interfere, but watched from a long ways away. I remember seeing the ambulances racing by. I told my dad that one day, I would work on that ambulance. This year is my 7th with EMSA. That day changed me into understanding my duty, my purpose. Ill never forget seeing the crews those next couple days, absolute heros in a 9 year old's eyes. Today, I still see them as heros and i'm proud to work with them.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="killerpigeon, post: 3354289, member: 42920"] I was 9 years old when it happened, was in class, lived in Fort Collins Colorado. I had just given a report earlier in the week about the places our grandparents live, mines was about my grandmother that lived in OKC (but was actually Moore). The front office lady came in and told the teacher that my parents were there to pick me up. The teacher looked at me, gave me a hug, and said "I'll be praying for you." I thought is was in some serious trouble to be taken out of class by my parents. When we got to the car, my dad said that somebody crashed a truck into a building in OKC, a building that grandma visits 2-3 times a week, and that we can't get ahold of her, so we're headed down to see her. I remember being really mad, 9 year old boy mad, somebody tried to hurt my grandmother. When we got home, my mother pulled into the driveway with my sister, who was in middle school. We quickly packed and threw everything in the van. I couldn't grasp why everything was so quick and urgent. We got a hold of my grandmother, but were already half way here. As we pulled into OKC, I could see all the lights and helicopters buzzing around. The next day, the family went down to the area, we didn't interfere, but watched from a long ways away. I remember seeing the ambulances racing by. I told my dad that one day, I would work on that ambulance. This year is my 7th with EMSA. That day changed me into understanding my duty, my purpose. Ill never forget seeing the crews those next couple days, absolute heros in a 9 year old's eyes. Today, I still see them as heros and i'm proud to work with them. [/QUOTE]
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