Today is September 11th. It was 9 years ago. I was 12. That long already. I remember mom coming in and waking me up. I kept my blanket with me and I came into the TV room where the TV was actually on. At 7 in the morning? The TV is never on then. Mom said a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. What was that? Where was that? Why was a plane crashing such a big deal? Isn't that a normal thing? As we watched, a second plane hit the other tall building. That was when I really woke up. This couldn't have been an accident. The rest of that day was a blur. I most of my classes we watched the TV. I didn't have much homework. No one was very happy. Most of my teachers cried.
A lot of peoples lives changed that day. I don't have anything exceptionally philosophical or awesome to say but I try to remember on the 11th day of September that its been another year that someone's wife, brother, fiance, father didn't come home. I pray for those families. I hope we all do.
2 comments:
Thanks for the post Naomi.
I was a junior in high school. I was in the van with Kim Floyd and Gideon, I think, just pulling up to school after seminary. We watched it all day. I never saw that footage again until last night at Sarah's on the History Channel. Hannah said it well "I forgot how sad that was." It's so easy to forget. So let's remember how happy our lives are today and be grateful for the sacrifice people made that day and that continue to make it today so that we can live where we are and be safe.
I re-watched the footage yesterday as well. It is so sad. You could see people jumping from so high up because they couldn't get out. Dad got a Newsweek magazine a few weeks later and half of that issue was pictures. Images like that never leave you. Pictures are so descriptive and full of emotion.
I agree Mirs. I hope we all remember. Things like this are forgotten so fast and so easily.
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