"Here's a review of the recent events protocol. Use it to the best of your ability." My supervisor looks at me with a trusting look. "You got this, Esther." And then he drifted away into the mix of people.
I can sense exactly where I was standing. I remember the location, the scenery and the fresh scent coming from the local food stand. I could also smell the scent of the burnt metal and shattered glass. It's a smell that doesn't have words because that scent is one that goes beyond the nostrils. It's a smell of shock, of horror and of sadness. Terror. That's what it does to you. It shocks the sense of stability and causes an earth shattering thud to any inner resources and trusting, at least for that moment in time.