| It was 23 years ago today that the Tornado ripped through Edmonton. That thought was in the back of my head as I watched the frightening cloud formations whirling above me during last nights mega storm. Upon reflection I came up with the three most traumatic events in my life... 
The Space Shuttle Challenger Accident I still remember where I was when I learned of this tragic accident. I was standing outside the Zellers at the Sherwood Park mall and they had a row of TVs in a display window and all were showing the explosion over and over again. I stood there for what seemed like forever transfixed by the images flickering in front of me. When I got home from school I went into my bedroom and cried and cried. For me this was my loss of innocence. My bedroom walls were plastered with posters of all things related to Space and Space exploration. I even had dreams of one day being an astronaut. I was enamored with the notion that mankind could do anything. If we could go to the moon then everything was possible as long as we had the will to do it. This event harshly brought home the reality of what a fundamentally flawed species we are. It also led me to question the supremacy of Science and to open my mind to issues of faith and God. The Edmonton Tornado It was a hot sweltering day and I was listening to the radio when one of the announcers said there were reports of a tornado touching down in south Edmonton. The other announcer kind of laughed at that being something of a joke and the other guy said 'no, I think this is serious'. I remember the clouds dancing in the sky, appearing out of nothingness, and being drawn up into the main formation. I remember the eerie quiet. Not even the birds were chirping. And I remember the bizarre yellow tinge to everything in the air. After it had rolled through some friends and I hopped on our bikes and rode towards the industrial park it had flattened. We stopped and just gazed at the complete devastation that was everywhere. Buildings flattened and debris strewn about. There were cars flipped over, some on fire, and a number of bodies that had been covered with tarps by emergency personnel. I was also alone at the time with my parents being in Saskatchewan. They heard on the news that Sherwood Park had been 'wiped out' and were frantically trying to get a hold of me but all the phone lines were down or overwhelmed by the number of callers. For years afterwards every time there was a storm I would go outside and just stare up into the clouds looking for any similarity to what I saw that fateful day. I would also have nightmares. Nightmares which still occasionally occur to this day. 9/11
When I first heard that a plane had crashed into one of the towers I thought it was an accident similar to when a WWII bomber crashed into the Empire State Building. Then the second one hit and I knew it was no accident. When I heard that the Pentagon had been hit fear rushed through me. I glanced at downtown Calgary and wondered if this was 'it'. Growing up I had lived with the knowledge that at a moments notice we could all be vapourized. With the end of the Cold War I had assumed we were safe. This day was brutal because for the first time in my life I no longer felt isolated from all the crap that happens in the world. Every day you'd hear about horrors happening 'over there' but it always seemed far removed. On one level you knew it was horrible but you never really felt the horror in any tangible way. Now it was no longer just another news story. Our whole way of life was under attack. I remember riding on the train downtown and there being complete silence. The train was full of people going home from work yet no one was talking. An entire train full of people and you could have heard a pin drop. Like myself, everyone on there was in a state of shock. When I got home Chris and I comforted each other, I called my parents, and I knew that from that point on things would be forever changed. |