The world as I knew it quickly dissipated before my eyes and I didn't even see it coming. It started crumbling as I was on my way back to Florida after a trip to New Orleans with my best friend from college and her best friend from high school. We sat in the airport, still oblivious to what was really going on. I dusted powdered sugar--the messy remnants from my airport beignet--from my hands. I was feeling relieved. At the beginning of the trip, I lost my ID in the streets of New Orleans but somehow, I was able to seamlessly get through airport security without it. Losing my ID seemed to be the result of the perfect combination of wrong decisions. On the day of the tragedy, we decided to take a 20-minute walk to a popular New Orleans restaurant for brunch. I decided to wear my new pair of American Eagle jeans with a hole in the left pocket, unbeknownst to me. And I decided to keep my ID and credit card in that same left pocket. We got to the restaurant, The Ruby Slipper Cafe, an...