I remember growing up and listening to others tell of were they where when a President or a Leader was shot. The same about Pearl Harbor, while thinking how do they remember details like these?
"I was at my Grandma's house eating PB&J when Pearl Harbor was bombed."
"I was in the kitchen listening to the radio when I heard he was shot."
"We were getting ready for church and the neighbor came running over to tell us."
"I was in my 3rd grade class when a teacher came running in screaming about the President being shot."
How they were able to remember like it was yesterday was always curious. As I can vaguely remember what happened in my childhood and barely at that.
Then 9/11 happened in our generation and this will always be a vivid memory of mine...always.
It was on a Tuesday which was my day off at the salon. My dh volunteered to take Bunter 2yrs old at the time to the sitter giving me the morning to sleep in...(those were the days;)
I was snuggled in bed feeling very relax and spoiled at not having a single demand of me that day...snuggled deep in our feather down comforter as it beckoned me to stay in bed and snooze.
Then reality started to rouse me to remember laundry and grocery shopping needed done...and to top it off the phone started to ring in my ear...I can still remember thinking "who dare to disturb my blissful peace?!
Me: (sleepy voice) Hello?
Mil: we're under attack!!!
Me: Unh?
(I don't hear anything, my mom said I could sleep in the middle of a war zone.)
Mil: Turn on the TV...hurry! We are under attack in NY city!
Me: (she's sounds so serious...)ok...ok...explain what's happened... (trying to reason as I would with an excited toddler as I walked towards the living room.)
Mil: (turning the tables on me, now I'm the toddler) DAWN I want you to t-u-r-n o-n t-h-e T.V. to see for yourself it's airing live. I've got to call someone else. Click...
I turn on the T.V. on to an anchor excitedly saying: "there's another one! O' my God! O'my God! another one...headed straight into the second tower!!! (his voice cracking) ...it's hit it! it's hit the second tower! Lord have mercy!"
As I watched this strange footage that looked like a movie, the second airplane hit the building.
Shock will not even began to describe the feeling I had at that moment.
By this time I'm fully awake and very aware I don't want to be by myself.
Getting dressed I drove across town to be with my son whom I clung to as soon as I walked in. The tears then started and didn't stop for weeks. Even today ...many are still crying over this one.
However we have and I believe when Jesus returns...a promise found in Revelation 21:4
"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away."
"Until then I will not forget you 9/11"
3 comments:
Dawn, all so true! Luke was only 3 weeks old, my first child and I was just in shock! I also watched as the second plane hit the towers. My husband was working a few miles from the Pentagon, I was scared to death, I couldn't reach him all cell service was blocked. My Aunt Twice Blessed Mommy, lived in NYC, When I was finally able to get her by phone she was hysterical! She had been witness to the horrible events we were watching on tv. I will never forget either....
God Bless you for using your voice to REMEMBER today. Blessings, Whitney
I will never forget either
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