September 11, 2001 was an incredible day. I mean that in the most literal sense of the word – as in “not credible; hard to believe; unbelievable.”
Where was I on September 11, 2001? I was living in College Station Apartments in Orlando, Florida. I had a test that day in one class or another, and I drove to campus only to find that my class had been canceled. I got back in my car and started driving home to my apartment, when I heard the news on the radio. I absolutely did not believe it. I thought it must be some terrible radio jockey’s idea of a joke. I turned around and drove back to campus in numb disbelief – I was sure that I had gotten lost in a fog and that I was going to miss my test. The rest of that day is a blur. I know that I called my Dad, and that we commiserated in confusion and disbelief. I know that speaking to him was extremely reassuring. And I know that my life went on.
I also know that this date marks the anniversary of tragic, sudden loss for many, many people. For all of us, as Americans. But on a personal level, in a certain way, this date is a time of thankful remembrance for me. I didn’t lose anybody close to me in the 9-11 terror attacks, and for that I am infinitely grateful to God. It was hard enough to lose the blind belief that nothing could touch me and my country…but to lose that innocence (naivete?) AND a loved one? My heart and prayers go out to all who dealt (still deal) with that wicked combination.
Peace be with us,
Becki
For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
For the wind passes over it, and it is gone; and its place remembers it no more.
-Psalm 103: 14-16
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