So tomorrow is 9/11. And a Tuesday. What a horrible memory that day is. I'm sure no one will forget where they were when they learned what was happening. I was at school, but not having any classes till later in the day. In the hall one of the teachers told me about the first attack and the Pentagon. A parent had called the school to let us know. I went to my room and turned my radio on. I listened in horror as the newscasters screamed as they watched the second plane fly into the other tower and the first tower come down. I was quite sure this was the beginning of the end and I immediately started calling our children and Dick with my cell phone. After a while a TV was set up in the office and we teachers took little breaks from our classes to go up there and watch in dreadful silence and tears as the other tower came down and people fled across the bridge. We dismissed school at lunch, no one knowing what else might still occur.
That day we went from watching the most horrible images on TV that we had ever witnessed to one of the most beautiful - government officials standing on the steps of the capital in D.C. singing God Bless America. Not one person criticized them for that on such a day. We all knew we needed God that day.
If only we could keep remembering that without needing the pain and suffering that drives us to Him.
3 comments:
The thing that strikes me most about getting older is that things like this are still so fresh in my memory. I was at work when a co-worker's husband called to tell her and she raced upstairs to tell everyone..shouting..and we all raced to my boss' office to see it on TV. I agree that it's too bad it takes a tragedy like that to drive our country to its knees and to God. Thanks for this post and for the reminder.
Amen! It's so hard to believe it's been six years!
Hugs!
Kat
I was getting ready to drive to Birmingham for an appointment with Alex's doctor. We did not want to leave the television. We called and they were still going to see patients, so we went...listening to the radio the whole way there. When we got to Birmingham, it was like a ghost town...all the malls were closed, and hardly any businesses were open. We had trouble finding a place to eat that evening. Things got back to normal the next day...but what an eerie feeling! Don had to fly to California the week-end after that. It was hard to see him go. But , life has to go on, doesn't it?
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