It’s hard to realize that it’s been 10 years now. Hard to realize that 10 years ago, I was waiting to become a grandma, I was working at a job that I thought was going to be “the” job, retirement was, in our eyes, a good 20 years away, I thought terrorism was something that happened somewhere else.
That morning, I was on my way to work. I had just parked my car in the parking lot as the first plane hit the first tower, so I didn’t catch the first reports. When I reached my desk, it was going to be just another day at the office. My co-worker arrived several minutes later … she’d heard the reports on the radio on her way in to the office and asked if I’d heard. I quickly turned to the internet for more reports, but all the trustworthy news sites were crashing due to the heavy demand … somehow I found a source for the CNN feed and spent the day watching … very little work got done that day. I remember the overwhelming need to gather my hubby and daughter (DD was married, but once a mama always a mama, and on that day, I just needed my family with me).
In the years following, I wonder if we've grown a little complacent ... I pray that we'll never forget that awful day, the lives lost, the acts of bravery and courage, that freedom comes at a cost ... and that we never know when things will change in an instant ... hug your loved ones, tell them that you love them.
Where were you?