Finding a Way Home in the Midst of Tragedy

I was thankful to know I was on my way home. I could only imagine the stories unfolding for all those other folks who were at PRINT. That afternoon, as we drove across Illinois, Indiana, and Ohio, we were silent as we listened to the radio in horror about all the atrocities created by these terrorists, about all the lives lost and shattered, and about all that we did not yet know about who was behind this senseless tragedy.