There are moments in life that leave you completely unprepared, and receiving a call about a bomb threat is one of them.
I’ve been following the troubling rise in threats directed at various community centers. As a doctor working closely with the local Jewish community, I’ve been aware of the increasing frequency of these incidents. Deep down, I knew it was only a matter of time before our institution faced such a reality. But when the call came, nothing could have braced me for that moment.
I had spent the morning attending a meeting about community safety protocols, feeling reassured by the measures in place to protect our children. I had just dropped off my youngest at preschool, while I was out with my oldest. The call came in as I was enjoying some much-needed family time.
“Do you have both kids with you?”
I hesitated. “No, just with me is Mia; Tyler’s at school.”
“There’s been a bomb threat at the community center. Everything is secure right now, but I wanted to keep you informed.”
In that instant, my heart plummeted. A numbness spread throughout my body as I processed the words. I glanced around at the laughter and chatter of parents and children, but my focus was solely on getting to Tyler. I had to get him out of that school.
As the rain poured down, I sped through the streets, knowing I was about 30 minutes away. My mind raced with thoughts that no parent should ever have to endure. I was a doctor; I understood the risks involved in such situations. Still, all I could think about was getting my child.
The vague email we received instructed us not to pick up our kids, citing safety concerns. But in that moment, the rules fell away. I was willing to risk everything for Tyler. I mentally prepared myself to drive through any barriers if necessary. When I arrived, I was met by a staff member who guided me to where the children had been evacuated.
I sprinted towards the group of kids, filled with relief when I finally saw Tyler, laughing and playing, blissfully unaware of the chaos surrounding him. The staff had told them it was just a field trip, leaving it up to the parents to decide how much to disclose. I couldn’t shake the feeling of gratitude that Tyler was too young to comprehend the serious nature of the threat, but the weight of that day would stay with me forever.
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In summary, the call I received about the bomb threat was life-altering. The fear and anxiety that gripped me during that drive to rescue my child were unlike anything I had ever experienced. As a parent, the instinct to protect is primal, and that day, I learned just how strong that instinct can be.