Growing up there was no shortage of people in my life who had lived through World War II. I remember not understanding how people could run out to join a fight with no regard for their own well being, just their concern for other people. When we were attacked on September 11, 2001, it became startlingly clear why these brave people did what they did. When the first plane hit the World Trade Center, my first thought was that it was a mistake. Some pilot misjudged where they were and somehow, through some terrible error, hit the building. When the second plane hit, the refuge of denial was no longer an option. The Pentagon was next and then came the crash of Flight 93 and their brave passengers. It truly seemed the world was out of control.
Alan Jackson's "Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning" aptly summed up how many of us felt. We were stunned, hurt, and outraged. The loss of so many innocent lives was beyond our ability to comprehend. We sat glued to the television in the hopes that a miracle would happen and there would be survivors. It turns out that we were the survivors. We came together as a country in a way I had never witnessed before. America, God truly did shed his Grace on Thee! For all those who died, may they rest in peace. And for those of us who remain, never forget.
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