I didn't post this on 9/11. Things have been pretty hectic around here and I've had connection issues with my computer. Anyway, I thought a lot about it that day, as I'm sure we all did. I remember exactly where I was when it happened. I was taking Jason to preschool and listening to Bob and Tom. They were talking about it on their show, and I remember thinking that it wasn't a very funny topic. Then they came on and said it wasn't a joke and if you were at home you needed to turn off the radio and turn on the TV. I walked into Jason's school and everyone was talking about it. What a weird day that was. What a sad day that was.
But I also remember the good things that came out of it. I remember people being extra friendly to each other. I remember people not honking when someone pulled out in front of them. I remember people LETTING people pull out in front of them. I remember people looking other people in the eye and saying HI. I remember people holding hands and saying prayers for the non-survivors AND the survivors. I remember watching the news and praying they would find more survivors. I remember the bravery of the passengers on that fateful flight and how their courage saved many more people. I remember the brave Firefighters, Police Officers, and EMT's risking their lives to save others. I remember thanking God every day for my wonderful family and friends.
And I remember being PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN. And I still am!
By the way, just because we're away from home, doesn't mean we didn't talk about it. The kids even talked about it in school that day. It's a tragedy that will be in our hearts and our minds for many years to come, no matter where we are, or what we're doing.