I have to admit, the anniversary of 9-11-2001 always freaks me out a little. My mind goes crazy with what if’s. What if it happened again? What if it was closer to home? How much worse would it be? Blah, Blah, Blah. All the thoughts everyone has. I am sure you have been through it in your head too.
This is my 9-11 story… At the time, we had an almost 2 year old and a 4 month old baby. So of course we were not watching the morning news. We were watching Nickelodeon! My sister called and said, “are you watching what is going on?” I remember knowing by her voice that it was not the kind of question I should say “No, what?” to, but more of a “turn the channel right this minute” kind of thing.
My husband and I stood in our bedroom wondering what in the world could have happened to that tower. Did the pilot have stroke? Were they off course? Did they lose power? And then we watched the second plane fly into the second tower. Shock. Frozen. Confused. What in the name of God had we just witnessed?
As the day wore on, I was glued to the TV. My heart was broken. Reports came in and we were obviously under attack. All flights stopped. Thousands of travelers were grounded. My sister-in-law was in the northeast and it took several days for her to return to Austin.
Americans around the world wondered what to do and if they were in danger. My parents were vacationing in the Caribbean and received a note from their Condo management that Americans should say on property for a few days until there was further information. My father-in-law was in Israel, working with government contractors, and was taken underground and moved to Switzerland until he could come home.
The memory of that day, and the days that followed, will never leave me. But what I recall just as vividly as the terror is the unity that all Americans experienced. Our love for our country and our fellow American, had never been as great as it was in the months following. It seemed like people were nicer in the grocery store and traffic. Flags sold out at stores. Everyone I knew purchased and wore red, white and blue.
And now, 14 years later, we are further from that unity than we have been in my lifetime. We could debate all day about how we got here, but that won’t change that we are here. And that leaves me again with numerous questions. Will we ever see peace again? Will the hate only continue to grow? What will it be like when my kids are my age? How long will God allow this hate to go on?
I can get so caught up in my questions that they turn to fear. Finally, when I realize that I am living in this fear, I pray. My prayer today is that God will be revered in America. That our leaders will be Christ followers and turn the direction of our country. That our leaders will listen to the people they represent and shape the country accordingly. I pray for peace in the world and in my heart. I ask God for protection for myself and my family. And I pray that He may bless America.
This is my 9-11 story. What is yours?