September 11, 2009

9-11 comes with so many memories, so many emotions, so much heartache, and yet a sense of pride at the way so many people joined together to aide those in need. I had just finished cleaning up the breakfast mess, made by the children in my care, and turned on the t.v. I sat there, not quite sure what I was seeing. At first I thought it had been a mere accident. I was in shock, but as I watched the second plane come in, and turn to make it's way to the tower, I knew it was no accident. I watched for a while, tears running down my face, people jumping from windows, too high up, knowing they wouldn't survive the fall. I gathered the kids into my car and drove them to my home. I made a few phone calls, telling the parents where they could pick up their babies if they wanted to. As the children played, oblivious to the seriousness of the matter, I sat, glued to the t.v, unable to pull myself away. I watched these children, and wondered how their futures would be affected by this. The days that followed were bittersweet. In the midst of all this tragedy, people were joining forces, in a way I had never seen before. Restaurants were bringing food and beverages free of charge to the men and women risking their lives to search for bodies and people who may have survived. Volunteers from around the country were being bussed in, to help wherever needed. And lets not forget the events at the Pentagon, and the heroes of Flight 93, who managed to crash the plane in a field in Pennsylvania, sparing countless lives elsewhere. Todd Beamers famous words, "Let's Roll", still sound in my mind, as I think of how he and the others involved knew it would be their last sacrifice. Our country came together as one that day. Lets not forget the victims, the heroes, and the bonds that were created, the day the towers fell.

(i wrote this on another blog, but wanted to repost it here)