We all remember exactly where we were 11 years ago, and the fear we felt as we watched the horror unfold. John and I lived in Guam then, and had just gone to bed (we were 15 hours ahead of EST). The phone rang, our son calling to tell us to turn on CNN, babbling about a plane striking the World Trade Center. We turned on the TV and sat up all night, watching the insanity of the attacks.
We had friends in NY. Were they anywhere near the Trade Centers? Were they traveling? Were they safe? We made phone calls trying to locate them, but couldn’t get through. We were numb with disbelief! When the first tower fell, our shock turned to heartbreak, the tears erupting. (I think I cried for weeks.) How could this happen? Who would do this?
All of those innocent lives lost for an act of hate. It is so senseless, for what does anyone gain? I wish we could all just get along. Peace and happiness are so much richer than death and destruction.
My heart still goes out to the families who lost loved ones that day. From the World Trade Centers to the Pentagon to the travelers on those planes – in memory! May God Bless you for you did not deserve to die.