I was only 21 years old then. And 20 years later, nearly every day, I’m still reminded of watching my coworker die next to me and of the fear I experienced, thinking I was next. It doesn’t go away, and that’s a hard burden to carry.
I was only 21 years old then. And 20 years later, nearly every day, I’m still reminded of watching my coworker die next to me and of the fear I experienced, thinking I was next. It doesn’t go away, and that’s a hard burden to carry.