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2002-09-11

On the morning of 9/11, my four year son and I were at an aiport where my husband worked. He had taken our son with him that day and I had gone to pick him up and bring him back home. It was on the way home that I turned on the radio in my car and heard about the first plane hitting the World Trade Center. I didn't understand the whole reality of the situation until the second plane hit and then it was announced that we were under a terriost attack. The feeling that came over me was undescribable. I had feeling that I had never sensed before. All I could think about was to get to my children and to make sure that they were alright. I went straight to my daughter's house where she was in disbelief herself. I talked to my other son and I called my mother just to hear her voice. My daughter and I just sat down and watched the TV, wondering what was going to happened next. At that time was when the Tower collapsed. It was so unbelieveable and all I could do was cry. I called my husband to see if he knew what was going on and he didn't so I filled him in and he was just silent for a moment trying to understand how this could happen.
I stayed with my daughter most of the morning before going home. After going home, I just sat with my four year old in my arms, watching TV, and crying. I was so scared for everyone I knew because I didn't know what could happen next. Later that evening when my husband came home, I was still sitting and watching TV wondering when something else was going to happen. It seemed like my world had just stopped and I was not able to do anything about it.
That night when we finally went to bed, I could not go to sleep. All I could think about was my family. What was going to happen to my children? What were we going to wake up to the next morning? What was my baby going to do if something happened to us and how would we survive?
Other thoughts that ran through my mind, over and over, was those children at home that didn't have a daddy or mommy that was coming home anymore. I thought about the wives and the husbands that would be alone because of what had happened and the pain in my heart was so strong until I felt a part of what these people were feeling.
It took my several weeks until I could settle back to a normal way of living. But still today, I think about 9/11 and I can still feel some of that pain and it makes me wonder how anyone could take so many lives and call it the right thing to do. I pray for all the families and hope that God has been able to provide peace for them as the days have gone by.
May God bless each and everyone of you with peace and blessings and may we still look up to Him and praise him too.