7 years ago today I was laying in the bed watching Brianna play as we listened to the radio. The DJ's interrupted a song to tell everyone to turn on their televisions. On the TV, I could not understand what was happening. The World Trade Center was on fire, as I continued to watch, a plane slammed into the other building. I still did not understand what was happening. Brian was at work at Corning. There were reports of two more crashes and planes being grounded and told to land, reports of missing planes, they could not find or could not communicate with. On that day 2,795 people lost their lives. I still did not understand what was happening as two buildings fell to the ground. What in the world? I don't remember what reporters said about what was happening, I do remember Dan Rather crying as he was reporting. I remember calling Nana to tell her happy birthday and she said, "What a day." I finally began to understand that someone had done this on purpose, who would do that? Brian and I talked to each other on the phone several times, him wanting updates and me wanting him to come home. I talked to my mom several times, wanting to be with her and Daddy. I prayed, something I had not done in a long time. I prayed for protection for the firemen running into the buildings. I prayed for the kids whose parents were on those planes or in those buildings. I prayed in the following days for the loved ones who were praying for someone to walk out of the rubble or be an unnamed in the hospital. I think our lives changed that day. I know that it is something I will NEVER forget.
The events of that day was what prompted us to return to church.
The phone poll on Channel 9 today is, Do you feel safer from terroritsts today than you did 7 years ago? I don't. 7 years ago, I would never have dreamed of a terrorist attack on US soil. I would never have thought that someone could learn how to fly a plane in the US and use that knowledge to shatter us.
On a much lighter note today is Nana and Grandma's birthday's. You all know who Nana is, she is my grandmother and Grandma is Brian's grandmother who lives in St. Louis.
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I was on the way to the church office for a meeting. Jessie and I were in the car listening to Ace and TJ on the radio. I listened as they watched the plane crash into the second tower. I was on the way to the church office for a meeting. When I got there, we stood in a circle holding hands and praying. Cory was in kindergarten. The teachers did not understand what was going on either. My 4 year old also watched the second plane crash and the towers burning. I will be forever grateful to all of the law enforcement and fireman then and now. I will also be forever grateful to every soldier form every branch is has and will volunteer to protect out country from the terrorists that so many people seem to have forgotten would love to see America crippled by their senseless violence and hate. I am glad that you turned your experience into one that brought your family to church and you closer to God.
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