Ten years ago, I was a high school senior living in Washington State. The phone rang early, waking me up. I can't remember who answered the phone, mom or my sis, but I could hear them gasp and rush to turn the TV on. Knowing that something was up, I groggily crawled out of bed and made my way out to the living room. The phone call was from dad who was at work and had heard 'the news'. Us three girls stared at the television screen with our mouths gaping, watching a smoking skyscraper.
"Is this a movie?", "Where is this?", "This can't be real!" were some of the words that found their way out of our open lips. As the news reporter's words reached our confused ears, we started to piece together that this was happening in America, it was real and it was a plane that had hit the building.
As if our shock and disbelief was great enough, we watched in horror as our eyes spotted the second plane. Our hearts wrenched as we watched it hit the second tower and we tried to erase it all with our words, "this can't be happening, this can't be real"....
The rest of the day was a spin. It felt horrible getting ready for school as the towers and those people burned. It seemed to heartless to go about the day as if nothing had happened but thankfully all of my classes at school that day kept the news on and allowed us to have much needed discussions.
This memory is entombed in my mind and I wanted to share it with you to encourage you to bring up the details of that day in your life. By sharing where you were and what you were doing, it means we won't forget. And this is a day we can't afford to forget...it cost too many lives.