On April 19, 1995, at 9:02 am, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time: Oklahoma City, just a few blocks from the Alfred P. Murrah building. War-zone-like chaos erupted minutes after the blast. People were bleeding in the streets, attempting to escape an enemy they couldn't see. The town went to sleep that night only to be awakened by a violent thunderstorm that sounded a lot like bombs exploding. It was terrifying. People were ...