Today's OneWord: Ordinary

People like to say that that day was an ordinary day. But that was the day the planes began circling the state capitol, and that was the day the citizens started roaming the streets like they had lost their way. And that was the day I sat up in my bed and let my hand wander to my face, and the scar I had worn for twenty-six years was gone. Just as everything began to deteriorate, I was growing stronger.