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49 WORST DAY OF MY LIFE Chapter Eight I 've always heard the expressions, ''that was the worst call you could ever receive'' or ''if my phone rings in the middle of the night, I would panic.'' I truly don't remember a lot after I picked up the phone at 2:21 a.m. California time to hear my husband sob- bing and saying, "It's bad; it's Bryant!'' ''Don't tell me!'' I screamed, and before I could take my next breath, Wendell sobbed, "He didn't make it!'' For the next few minutes, I felt an empty feeling in my gut, my body felt weak. I shriveled up inside myself. All I could say is, ''Where is my son?'' Those few minutes were the longest, loneliest, weakest and most heart-crushing moments of my life. It actually frustrates me to try to explain the feelings you have when you hear your child is gone. There are no earthly words to describe a feeling of this magnitude. I don't remember much else of the conversation, or if we just cried, but I had the energy to know I needed to get to my son as fast as I could. I called my co-worker who was also in training with me and the only thing I could muster to say was, "Come to room now!'' John knocked on my hotel door within a minute.