The Dark (K)night rises… It’s a little past half past 11 on a warm December morning. The sky is blue and the air … fresh. Yet, there I sit with sweaty palms… holding on tightly. Suddenly my seat feels an uncomfortable fit and my eyes well up. The room spins and everything slows down. My head drops, sobbing uncontrollably, I hold nothing in. “Not again”- I think to myself. My friend leaves his desk and places his arms around me. The room falls silent as we take in the news. As I look up I catch a glimpse of my…