Nine Eleven

by Becki D on September 11, 2009

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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