Ten years ago. I can't believe it's been ten years. When I think of that day, my heart feels heavy and my eyes tear up. Every time. And if there's images on tv about it...forget it, I'm a goner! I remember exactly where I was on that day: I was doing my student teaching in Pensacola, FL. I taught fifth grade. My supervising teacher took the kids down to music class and she came running in the classroom and said, "Did you hear what's happening? People are dying!" I was super confused while she turned on the tv in the classroom. We watched in horror as the details developed. The rest of the school day was cancelled while we all stayed in the classrooms and watched what was going on. The kids didn't really understand it. One girl did come over to my desk and asked me a heart-wretching question. She asked, "Why are they doing this to us?" And I couldn't answer her. My eyes teared up and I told her I didn't know while she hugged my neck sadly. How do you explain something like that to a child? The most vivid image I have of that day is watching people actually jumping from the buildings. I can't begin to imagine what they were feeling. It breaks my heart to this day.
8 months after the planes hit, my husband joined the Air Force. It was a hard decision, but easy at the same time. I was proud of him for wanting to serve his country. On the flip side, I knew he'd be going to war. And he has, three times. I'm so proud of be a military wife and knowing that my husband is fighting to help keep our country safe is so humbling and satifying. With all of our faults and political disputes, we're still the best country on Earth! Part of which was proven when we finally found and took out Osama bin Laden. My thoughts and prayers continue to be with the victims and the families of that fateful day in 2001.
We will never forget.