I had a crisis to deal with at work today. It was an all-hands-on-deck-camp-out-in-a-war-room-pull-in-the-big-dogs type of crisis.
It was not how I was I anticipating my Thursday to go.
Not unlike the same Thursday one year ago when I got "the" phone call that we should get to Omaha.
I was not anticipating that day's occurences either.
It's been a year. One whole year that 365 days ago I thought none of us would survive to see. I thought the pain in our chests; the inability to breathe; just might be too much for us all.
But here we are. Approaching July 22, 2011.
And we survived.
But not without being changed.
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