When something horribly bad happens, where we are and what we are doing at the time is forever imprinted into our minds, like the World Trade Towers falling in New York City— we remember the shock as we stood transfixed. 

By Jackie Saulmon Ramirez | July 25, 2013

The spring I turned fourteen I had many chores to do and one was trimming grass and leaves from around the electric fence; if the electric current was interrupted by foliage, the horse, ponies and bull might escape. I needed the long work knife for the job from the house. As I reached the knife I could hear Daddy guffawing in the next room.

“Yep, there’s another good one— ha ha ha!” Daddy’s laughter trailed off.

Daddy was using the N-word, his favorite when he was on one of his senseless rants. This was one of many hate-filled harangues Daddy had with…