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2002-09-13

I was driving to a Mothers Of Preschoolers (MOPS) meeting and heard that a plane had hit one of the World Trade Center buildings. The radio program was Bob & Tom, and because of the nature of their show, I assumed it was a joke. As I arrived at the house we were meeting at, I asked if we could turn on the TV to see what was going on. I can only tell you that there was just sheer disbelief in that room. We turned off the TV so we could start the meeting. We gathered in a circle to pray.
After the meeting I went home and watched in shock. At the time, I was the young mother of a 4 and 9 month old. I found myself in a daze. How could I ever explain what was happening to the older one? His daddy was in Las Vegas on a business trip and was supposed to come home that day. We ended up waiting 5 days for him to come home. I could only be thankful that he WAS coming home.
Because of the horrific acts, I could only pray that God would reach his gentle hands down to comfort those who had survived and all the families. My heart went out to the families that lost loved ones.
My hope is that through love, faith, compassion, charity, fellowship, and tolerance; we will come together as a nation and make things good again.
I will never forget. Never forget the sight of the planes hitting the towers. Never forget the towers falling. Never forget the people wandering on the streets showing pictures of their loved ones who were missing. Never forget the rescue workers digging through the rubble. Never forget what the Pentagon looked like with the huge hole in it. Never forget the name Osama Bin Laden.
God Bless America
In His Name,
Kelly Frydenlund