What were you doing...

We all remember.

Everyone who was living in the United States on September 11, 2001 more than likely remembers exactly what they were doing when they heard the awful news that our country was under attack. The very date evokes a memory in most people's lives. The events of the day don't even have to be recounted; the date itself reminds us all of where we were and what our initial feelings were.

I was in my laundry room, attempting to find 4 pairs of matching socks for my kids to wear to school. It was an ordinary Tuesday. Ted, working at the airport, called and told me that he believed we were at war. Situated near, and sharing runways with, one of our key defense bases, the airport was under incredible tension. Within 2 hours, the tarmac was covered with planes that were landed immediately, in an effort to forestall any further attacks. I turned on the television and watched an airplane hit the second tower. Ted asked me to get as much cash out of the bank as I could. He wanted me to make sure we had ample food and drinking water. I wasn't to send my kids to school. I was chilled. I was shattered. And I knew that we, as a nation, would be forever changed. I did all the things that Ted asked. And then came home and went to bed. And waited for my husband. And wept for those whose waiting would never end.

Life goes on. God remains sovereign. The earth continues to spin at some 67,000 miles per hour. But for that brief moment, time stood still for us all.

Comments

My ADHD Me said…
I do remember exactly where I was and what I was doing. I remember walking by the tv, stopping, staring in disbelief and horror, and just standing there for the longest time. While I was standing there, for some unknown reason, the glass dome on my kitchen ceiling light fell and smashed loudly on the floor. I seriously thought that a plane was coming down.
My kids were already at school. I called the school and they said they weren't going to tell the children so that we could tell them that night, (elementary school). My son's teacher's husband was at the pentagon that day. She later told me that she had to take breaks ever so often to leave the room and cry. mercifully, she found out he was fine, but she didn't find out until that night.

I remember everyone walking around like zombies, just trying to get through the days...
Anonymous said…
Thank you SO much for your comment on my blog (http://www.knowledgehouseacademy.com/2009/09/m-i-4-1-1.html)

I am in complete agreement. I've experienced prejudice in both (public, private AND the homeschool community). It's unfortunate, but cest la vie.

Like you said, I believe that it's a decision for each family individually. I, myself could not have homeschooled 5 years back.

You're also absolutely right about us building each other up. :) You've inspired a new post.

Blessings

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