On Death, Re-birth, and Death

At 6 am in the morning of 9/11, I awoke with the word DEATH rushing towards my eyes.
Since I had never experienced anything like this, I fearfully wondered if this meant I, or someone I loved, was going to die that day.
Not having any interest in being psychic, I quickly put the whole thing out of my mind.

I got to work on time, and after entering my office, I began to read my clients' charts for the day.
A few minutes later I heard screams and gasps from the lobby.
I went out to investigate and found the staff looking at the television in horror.
"Someone crashed into the World Trade Center."
We all assumed it was an accident, but soon realized it was an Islamic terrorist attack.
We were stunned, silent.
How will I be able to focus on my clients' concerns?
I floated through the day.
Only one client blandly mentioned the attack: "What is this world coming to?"
No one else seemed to know about it or care.
He had fears of medication side effects. She didn't want to return to her abusive husband.
She couldn't get the sight of her boyfriend who died of a heroin overdose out of her mind.

At the end of the day a co-worker came into my office with a grin on her face.
"How can you smile? Didn't you hear about the attack?"
She explained in a rapturous tone that the attack was predicted, that God was going to deliver all his chosen children and that included her.
She was unsure about when this would happen.
Knowing she wasn't a Muslim, I realized I was talking to a born-again. She was the only person I ever met who was elated about 9/11.

Years later I learned she died of complications of lap band surgery.