Riveting

Thanks to a blog publishing a personal letter, the hairs on my neck stood up as I read what it's like to survive a car-bomb.

The smoke and confusion clear—not necessarily in that order. Then something strange happens, and it may have to do with the divine luck of non-casualty. You’re alive, others are alive, and the bad guys failed. More powerful than fear, your blood pumps with the joyousness of survival.