I remember; I was at work when it started. Someone said, "A plane flew into one of the WTC towers in NYC."
There was a small tv in the production area. We gathered around it just in time to see another plane hit the other tower. I didn't know if this was real or some kind of staged thing, and certainly didn't know it was an attack on our nation.
Then the towers fell.
Unreal. How could this happen?
I called home to see if Jill was watching it and make sure she and the kids were okay.
For the next couple of days or so, everything slowed down; almost stopped. The major tv networks didn't show commercials or regular scheduled programs. We received few orders. It was like people weren't sure what to do.
I called my oldest brother, Scott. He was in Texas. He told me he was ready to put on his old National Guard uniform and defend our country, if needed. I know he meant it.
People started coming together in spirit. Churches opened up for prayer. I remember some of us from work went to a large church up the street during lunch to pray. There were lots of people there doing the same. The whole nation, it seemed, was pulling together like I had never seen.
May this date bring us together, stronger than ever.
But I say, love your enemies! Pray for those who persecute you! (Matthew 5:44 NLT)
God bless the victims and the survivors; and God bless America.
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