Sunday, September 11, 2011
Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day? Those words taken from Alan Jackson's poignant song about 9/11 always stop and make me think and bring tears to my eyes. I remember I was pregnant at the time and we were so poor that we had no TV, we couldn't afford the service and chose to have the internet instead. We were living in this cute little house up north, close to the Fox River. I can't remember who called me to tell me about the towers but I remember running(er waddling, actually no I didn't waddle too much while pregnant) to my computer to see what the heck he or she was talking about. I also remember it being just a beautiful day with skies so blue. I was fixated as I'm sure everybody else was to my computer screen. It was like the rug had just been pulled from under us. You just knew that nothing was ever going to be the same again. Anybody remember being able to fly to the airport to catch your flight with all of like 1/2 an hour to get through security and check your bags? Or remember when you could hang out in the airport with your family(not flying with you) and they could wave to you as you got on your flight? Or watch the planes jet into the terminal when picking somebody up, with all the activity that happens on the ground?
The sad thing is that I remember talking to a friend of mine about how our generation didn't have anything to pull us together as Americans, just a few months prior to this happening. We were (or so I thought at the time) kind of a lost generation. Looking back on it now, I'm actually more concerned about the generations just under us. We had, had nothing that made us gel together as Americans and then 9/11 happened and for the rest of our lives we will forever remember where we were that day. As do the generation when Pearl Harbor was attacked or JFK, Jr. was shot.
My thoughts and prayers go out to all those who lost somebody on this day 10 years ago. They will be remembered.
God Bless America