We had just moved to Temple, Texas, north of Austin. Marc was just starting his five year radiology residency at Scott and White Hospital. I was a young mother with two babies in a new apartment in Belton, [Chappell Oaks Apartments, I think].
I had just quit my job as a pharmaceutical sales rep with TAP Pharmaceuticals in Tucson because we had moved and was transitioning into my stay-at-home-mom role. I was lonely and hadn't established any friendships yet (but was starting a great one with Becky). I didn't know any of our neighbors yet. The bishop of our new ward (church congregation) and his wife had already been over to visit us and see how we were doing. I still love that Bishop and Julie Atwood for that warm welcome that I desperately needed.
I have a degree in International Relations from BYU. Which means I took many classes on geopolitics, geography, international policy, and my favorite, Terrorism 301. I was (and still am) fascinated by all the factions of global terrorists. This also meant that I obsessed occasionally over whether or not my life would ever be impacted by extremists whose goal is to saturate and debilitate a society with terror. Spending a semester in Madrid, Spain, opened my eyes to the power of the Basque Separatist terrorist organization, (called ETA) because my roommates were all Basque girls from Northern Spain.