September 11

September 11 (Repost from 2011)

I remember what I was wearing.
I remember where I was sitting.
I remember the phone at my office ringing.
I remember the sound of my mother's voice.
I remember leaving the ringing telephone and running to the television in the conference room.
I remember the horror, the tears, the anger, the questions, and the fear.
I went back to my desk praying.
Praying for those who were dying.
Praying for those who were saving lives.
Praying for those who would get out alive.
Praying for God to save us all.

The tears still flow.  I was no where close to NYC, Washington DC or Pennsylvania but my heart still stops when I hear a low flying plane.  As I'm trying to find the words to explain to my 6 year old what happened, I cannot hold back the tears and he doesn't understand.

Thank you for those who died 10 years ago.  Thank you to those who are survivors.  Thank you to those who have kept the rest of us safe at home and abroad.

I have family who is protecting our country.  I have so many friends who are protecting our country.  I have so many friends who have spouses protecting our country.  To you, thank you. Thank you for interrupting your life to keep others safe.

God Bless America.