11 years ago on this date at 8:45am I was at work. My Supervisor came running out of the back office screaming “Oh My God, A plane just hit the World Trade Center!” I thought to myself “how in the world could somebody be that blind?” Before I could turn to continue my work somebody else said “you’ve got to be kidding, another one!” Immediately I thought about the sermon that the Pastor of my former church had preached just that Sunday. He talked about us being on the verge of war and how we should make sure we have ourselves lined up with God’s Will for our lives. He said Jesus was coming and we didn’t know when but He is coming.
On July 17th my now husband had just asked me to marry him and we had only been engaged two months at this point. Fear began to grip me. I thought that I wouldn’t have a chance to see him again. I thought I wouldn’t get the chance to walk down the aisle and actually become his wife. At that point the phone rang and it was his voice on the line that I heard. He asked if I was ok. I said, “no, I’m scared!” ” Are we going to be able to get married?” I remember saying “I guess it’s started” He assured me that we would get married and told me that he understood me being scared but I had to trust God. So I prayed and did just that. Of course everyday from that point I asked God to take the fear away from me because it was very real.
While at work, and while I was still on the phone with him, our secretary came running and screaming “they just hit the Pentagon”…I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I called my mom to check on her. I wanted to go home. I didn’t feel like working anymore that day. I wanted to be with the people that I loved. I felt kind of dazed and sick the rest of the day, but I got through it.
When I did get home that day, I sat with my mom and watched the news as they gave account after account of the Towers Burning and finally falling to the ground. I saw people jumping, I heard people screaming and crying. Everybody looked the same though. The smoke and ash covered all of their faces.
For a brief moment the human race had become one color. Heroes were made that day, but so were widows, and widowers, people lost mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers and it was just an awful feeling to me. To look at the city of people dealing with what had happened and see how it changed and would continue to change them forever just broke my heart and right there in front of the tv as the Towers fell I cried. I cried for The City, I cried for The People, I cried for The Families, I cried for Our Country.