Where were you when the Towers fell? I was at my computer in my study at work when Sue Cook walked in and told me that a plane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers. A few weeks earlier, a baseball player who was an amateur pilot, had crashed his plane on a recreational solo flight. I thought something similar had happened in New York. I was wrong, of course.
Where were you when the Towers fell? This morning, as I write this, I am at my computer in my study and it's September 11th all over again. Deja vu. I almost expect Sue to come in and tell me all over again what just happened. Instead, my son Jordan just walked in and told me about his job prospects. I guess life, in all of its relentless course, marches on. People marry. Kids grow up. Someone moves away. Someone new takes the desk beside yours at work. The economy rises and falls and our politics gets nasty to the point of embarassment. So is that it?
Where were you when the Towers fell? If you can go to that place and remember. If you cannot go there physically, let your imagination take you there. Because for some, life did not keep marching on. And there are families that were forever shattered. And lovers and friends who lost someone dear will wake up today and half expect the one they lost to come walking through the door.
Where were you when the Towers fell? Remember. Remember that you are free and alive. Remember that others are forever wounded and broken by what happened on that day. And don't just remember. Pray. And maybe pray most of all that we always will remember.
...just thinkling
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i was in bed - 2 hours difference in my time zone - and the phone rang. henry trickey told me, "turn on the tv - america is under attack." all i could think of was you, mom and jv ... i spent the morning in front of my tv, crying and trying to distract the girls...
I was working at the library at Asbury College. They sent us all home, and I watched news coverage of it at the little apartment in Elizabeth House with mom. I remember her telling me, "This is going to start a war. If there's a draft, we're sending you home."
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