“Turn on your television,” she said on the phone early that morning. “You will not believe this! It’s the most horrifying thing I think I’ve ever seen!”
I quickly picked up my baby and flipped on the TV. Every station showing the same shocking scenes over and over again,
My mouth gaped open as I saw the beautiful New York City skyline filled with billowing smoke, clouds of dust filling the streets and video of large commercial airplanes crashing into the Twin Towers.
Tears quickly rose to the surface as I cradled my baby girl in my arms wondering how many men and women will never be able to hold their children again.
Media spoke of airports shutting down all over the country and even other parts of the world and quickly the word “terrorist” took on a personal meaning for not only me but everyone who lives in this amazing country.
As the hours ticked by, the world learned how many lives were lost that tragic day when four planes went down in the eastern part of the country. The Pentagon, the people in New York and those brave men and women whose last breath was taken before plunging into that field in Pennsylvania were on my mind.
For hours I watched that television, trying to absorb all that I was seeing and hearing, trying to figure out what would come next.
I just kept thinking about my son at pre-school and my husband at work in Redmond and yearning for them to be home. We needed to be together.
I’m sure that each of us can remember where we were and what we were doing on that fateful day only 10 short years ago. We all have our own memories of what we saw and heard. The stories of heroes in all shapes and sizes. Those who gave up their lives to save someone else and in most cases someone they never even knew.
The courage of a city and a country whose citizens all joined together to mourn the thousands of people whose lives were taken by a senseless act of terrorism, an act that continues to haunt us today.
Ten years later we continue to fight a war that started in the name of this terrible act of hatred and more lives continue to be lost. More families continue to pray for their loved ones fighting in this war and the body count continues to rise.
As I remember that dreadful day, a decade later, I will continue to pray for peace and for God to watch over the men and women who willingly place their lives on the line everyday so that me and my family and each of you, can continue to live a free country and that others in this world may have the same freedoms.
This year I will remember this day doing service along with others in my community.
How will you honor all of the brave men, women and children who have died in the name of terrorism?