This is a thought that is circulating the world of Facebook.
My grandparents had D Day. My parents had the Assassination of JFK. Nine Eleven is the date that will forever be remembered in the hearts of my generation.
I know exactly where I was & what I was doing......
I was driving down 421 on my way to class at Wilkes Community College. I was listening to Ace & TJ on KISS 95.1. I remember Ace & TJ announcing that an airplane had just hit the first tower & they thought it was a joke until another plane hit the second tower. One of the other radio personalities was extremely upset because her brother worked in Chicago & at that time, no one knew if this attack was going to be confined to New York. Its strange that I can remember a radio conversation.
As all the students filed slowly into class, no one could focus on the task at hand. We were supposed to have an English test & it didn't seem to matter anymore.
I left school & went to my mom's house. I just sat in front of the television in shock.
Later that night, I sat in Justin's lap as we continued to watch the horror. I was pregnant with Austin & it scared us to death at the thoughts of bringing a baby into this wicked world. We held each other & cried.
I heard a song the other day that devastated me.
Its been 10 years since that horrible day.
Do we really remember what all happened in those few short minutes that seemed like forever? Do we really remember how many families were ripped apart? Do we really remember how America rallied together? Do we really remember how most of us turned back to God? Has it really only been 10 years? It sure seems like a lot longer.
1 comment:
Oh Tracie...what a moving video. I'll never forget being in my classroom with all those 3rd graders and I wondered what to tell them. I was so scared!
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