I was on out third floor listening to music when my Mother came and told me about the Marshall plane crash. I didn't believe it. Wichita State's football team had one of their planes go down a couple weeks before. I knew some of the players on the team, had class with them or played basketball or handball with them. It took a couple of days for the reality to hit me. Then I found out that some of my friends had lost their parents. I was 18 and this was like a bad movie.