It was a choir concert, just like every other choir concert ever. I was standing on the top riser, surrounded by sopranos, sweating a bit under my robes, wishing I had won a place in a choir that had cooler uniforms. Though my thoughts wandered, I had my eye on the choir director, singing my heart out; I could do this singing stuff in my sleep back then. I knew my parents were out there in the audience, even though I couldn't see them. They came to every concert, even though my dad worked three jobs and was going to school.
I try very hard to stay calm during emergencies, because I know that my calm will help my son, and my husband, and I have my dad to thank for that.