Sunday, September 11, 2011

September Eleven. Ten Years Later.


We all have our own stories. But they all root from one series of events. I was a junior in high school, sitting in my photography class. My teacher got a phone call, turned the TV on, and we watched a plane fly into a building. I honestly don't know what ran through my head at that moment. I wanted to believe that the pilot fell asleep. However, knowing that that was the 2nd strike, I knew that that was unlikely.

My name was called down to the office. My dad had come home from work to pick me up. He also brought my neighbor, Rachel, home as well. After getting home, I remember retreating to my room and sitting in shock as I watched the news. I asked my dad where they'd strike next. I was truly & honestly scared for my life. For the lives of those I loved. We lived between Philadelphia & Baltimore, two pretty big cities. Pretty much dead center of NYC & D.C. How far would these people take this? Would they come after us? What did they want from us? I remember that eventually my dad made me turn the news off. I am grateful for that. I needed him to shield me, to protect me from all that would air on the news that night. I was scared for my sister. She had started at Clemson. She was 10 hours from home, away from family & the comforts of the safety she was used to. I am uncertain how long it took to fall asleep on that Tuesday night, but I can assure you it was longer than normal. Yes, I was a junior in high school, but I was still so much a child. I had had the benefit of living in a home where violence was not a part of life. I had never been exposed to anything like that before.

It is hard to imagine that that horribly memorable day was 10 years ago. 10 years ago, today, 2,977 people lost family members, loved ones, heroes. Hard to fathom. I will never forget that stir of emotions that that day created for me. I will never forget how the nation came together. I will never forget how God protected all of us in a time of turmoil. I will never forget and I pray that you will never forget as well.

God Bless America.

Until Next Time..
Love, Jen

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