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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