The Oklahoma City Bombing

 About me  My name is Mike Nations, and my story began on September 30th, 1968, in Albuquerque, New Mexico—a place that marks the start of a journey defined by resilience, family, and the unrelenting pursuit of a better life. As one of four children, I quickly learned the value of togetherness, especially when, in 1971, my family and I made the bumpy move to Oklahoma City with nothing but hope in our hearts. With no jobs and no home to our name, we found ourselves living in a park, huddled together in the back of a station wagon. Those early years were tough, but they forged in me a determination to rise above hardship—a fire that continues to drive me to this day. During my academic journey, I had the opportunity to take several enriching courses at the University of Oklahoma, complementing my formal education at Druaghns College of Technology and DeMarge College of Technology, where I specialized in Biomedical Studies. While science has shaped my profession...

  Counting the Years, Honoring the Moment: The Enduring Echo of April 19, 1995 Years have passed since April 19th, 1995. It’s a simple statement, a mathematical observation. You can count the decades on your fingers. You can see the children who were born in the years since grow into adults with lives and memories of their own. Time, in its relentless, linear way, has marched forward. But for those who remember, and for a nation that bears the scar, the distance between that day and this one feels both impossibly long and startlingly close. April 19, 1995, is not just a date on a calendar. It is a moment frozen in time, a morning that shattered the peace of a beautiful spring day in Oklahoma City and, in doing so, changed the American landscape forever. The Day the Sky Fell On that morning, the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building was a hub of ordinary life. Federal employees were starting their workday, children were settling into the daycare center on the secon...