Blackfish.
I can still remember when I heard the news, just as clear as if it had happened today. I was in my car headed back to the office, sitting at the intersection of Garden Highway and Del Paso Blvd. The light-rail had just run through, so it meant that I had to sit at the stoplight for a second time round. I can still hear the DJ mutter..."in case you haven't heard the breaking news, a trainer was killed at Sea World today..." My first trip to Sea World was somewhere between the age of five and six years old. I don't remember much of the trip, other than coming home and making the decision that I wanted to train killer whales. I was enamored by the power and beauty of a creature that seemed to be so in tune with the people swimming around in the water with them. Could there be an job in the world more exciting than climbing in a pool with a giant animal that would throw you into the air then pick you back up and surf with you...it seemed magical. For most of my awkward