Sunday, September 11, 2011

A decade

A decade ago the biggest tragedy hit the United State. A decade ago thousands lost their lives, mothers, fathers, children, husbands and wives. A decade ago heroic men and women risked their lives to save others. A decade ago a group of ordinary people became hero's as they brought the hijacked plane they were on down in a Pennsylvanian field.

I remember being asleep and my little brother yelling " we are being attacked" down the stairwell. I ran upstairs. I watched as the second plane crashed  and the towers both fall . I remember sitting in shock thinking is this really happening here, to us. I was in High school at the time of the attacks, after sitting and crying with my family I headed off to school. The halls were empty every classroom had the same footage and on going coverage of the attacks. I found my best friend Megan told her I was going back home I couldn't watch the coverage anymore and classes were obviously not happening today.

As I headed home I saw signs for different churches that were holding prayer for the attacks that day. As was the story across the nation. I went to church that evening and have never seen it so full, strangers holding hands all praying for the same thing.

It is hard to believe it has been ten years. The new Tower is well on it's way to being built, there are memorials in the field and at ground zero.

Ten years ago as a high school student I didn't think I would have sent my husband off to war and seen most of my friends send theirs off as well.  I didn't think that my 5 year old  would know what and where Iraq and Afghanistan are and how to say their names. Ten years ago I didn't think I would be sharing the events of 9/11 with my son ( in a way a 5 year old can understand) to help him understand why daddy has to leave in a few months.

Today as I remember the events of that  morning the things that stand out to me the most is the passengers on flight 93. They banded together, and prevented the plane from reaching it's intended target. And the first responders, many who weren't even on duty, they ran in to those burning crumbling buildings saving as many as they could. Many lost their lives trying to help others get out. Many were there for days and weeks sifting through the rubble hoping to find what they could. Those two groups are the hero's of that day, in my opinion.

Amazing how one event changes the lives of all Americans. We will never forget and we will not stop praying for the troops overseas till they all come home.

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