My oldest was 3 months, I was at church teaching the children while their mothers attended Bible Study. I was struggling through post-partum depression, exhaustion, and being a new mom. A girl came into the classroom and said that a plane had hit the World Trade Center in NY. We didn't know what that meant but assumed it was a horrible accident. Class continued...life continued. A little while later the woman came back and said that the other building had been hit. WHAT THE...? Ok, so probably not an accident, but what? At this point, life started to slow and anxiety began to creep in. Shortly after that, the moms came and got their kids. Nobody knew what was going on, so for the most part, life continued. I got Isabella and went home. I turned on the TV and watched as the remaining tragedies unfolded. Michael was out of town, but thank God he had driven. Anxiety turned to fear and then to panic. As the day unfolded I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with the idea that I had just brought a child into THIS!!! Oh my goodness! What have I done? I called Michael and told him to come home.
Even now 7 years later, I still get emotional. Let us never forget what happened that day. Let us never forget the lives that were lost, but more importantly let us never forget the lives that had to continue despite the fact that they were forever changed. Let us never forget how united we were as a country in those days/weeks/months that followed. We were no longer democrat or republican, black or white, gay or straight...WE WERE AMERICANS!!! And let us never forget the heros that served our country on that day and still serve our country today to protect our FREEDOM!! Let us never forget that freedom isn't free! I praise God that we are so blessed as a nation. I praise God that we found hope in the midst of chaos. I praise God that we are FREE!!! !