March 30, 1999: Documented rapid eye movement
“Do you wish to die?” The words were calmly whispered into my right ear. “I’ll make you soup right now if that’s your wish.” We walked almost arm and arm into the first room—the cafeteria, white walls, few pictures, tables all lined for people to sit. My arms still cuffed, my eyes told the story to a passer by—although I couldn’t read what was being said, the woman’s faint expression echoed in my soul. The deeper we got into the cafeteria, the more I knew the explosion was near. My left arm started to shake, liquid fell from my nostrils as I fought hard to suck it all in. Newman school, Billings, Montana—the sight of our nations next terrorist act and I somehow was the major link.