There has been several times in my life, when the trauma of a situation made it seem as though time had stopped. When in fact, time marched on without me. But for a period of time nothing was more important than the tragedy at hand. When it’s a personal tragedy, normality is put on hold. Priorities change. The center of your world shifts, and the glue that holds your life together seems to be coming apart. When it is a national tragedy, it is much the same. The news channels seem to care of nothing else. Pundits begin to spin...