A Tool In His Tool Box

April 19 1995 the citizens of Oklahoma City became victim of a horrific attack. I was there.

   A Tool In His Tool Box

 My truck rolled up full of rescue supplies. As i jumped out , i stood in knee deep glass.All the sounds around me went silent as my ears grew deaf. Time stopped and i was trapped in a surreal nightmare.
 People running past me covered in blood. Mouths wide open screaming, but all i could hear was the sound of my own breath. Concrete dust filled the air along with smoke and floating debris. The air was thick and very difficult to breath.
 I stood there frozen in time, all was in slow motion. The presence of evil approached my heart, dark, thick, oozing around, searching for a weak soul to devour. My first thought was that this had to be an accident. No one would do this on purpose. As evil swirled around me at ground level i looked up. I looked up past the eight story building that once was whole but now is half. Looking into the sky i could feel the peaceful spirits as they floated in unison. Circling the down town area that was plunged into a  complete state of panic and pain. The heavenly spirits circled together. Swirling, swirling, in a clock wise maneuver.
I could feel their peace, their freedom,  as they looked down upon the mortals. 
 Time came rushing back to me as fast as the sounds. Screams and cries from those who were buried alive in the pancaked floors of the federal building. The smell of burned flesh filled my nose on a smoke clearing breeze .
 I took action and ran to the building. People covered in blood running past me screaming that there may be another bomb in the building. Body parts were scattered around me. Burning cars lined the streets.
 I was looking for someone in charge. Fire men and policemen were hustling here and there as ants do before a winter cold snap. I made contact with a Fire Chief and a lead person from the FBI. We began to set up a command post for rescue supplies . I was now in charge of locating and shipping all supplies needed for the rescue. Speed meant saving the lives of the people buried alive in the wreckage of evil that hit Oklahoma city that morning at 9:02 am. I wont go into a lot of the detail of what i witnessed over the next two months. I know this. I was a tool, plucked from the tool box of God that day and put to good use.

Reviews

[penless writer]

Well expressed.
Events like these should never happen yet ...

[Raven Starhawk]

Loved it from start to finish. I thought the way you brought this out was amazing.

[Dove]

totally amazing. Totallay true. and totally spectacular.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

An amazing true courageous story within the grief and sadness, and commendable action including yourselves...