Tomorrow is a very important day of remembrance for America. How can it possibly be twenty years since our nation took a direct hit from evil and lost so many innocent lives?
I love hearing stories other peoples’ stories of that day. Here’s mine:
It was a beautiful morning in Fairfax, VA, and it was my oldest’s first day of preschool (she’s 23 now). It was our family’s first experience with school, and we were all excited and nervous. As we walked our daughter to her classroom and said our goodbyes, another parent mentioned that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. At that time, eco-terrorists were doing a lot of crazy things, so I chalked it up to that. How wrong I was.
I went to the grocery store with my 15-month-old daughter to get things for that night’s dinner — and I got a call (on my Nokia!) from a friend who reported another plane had hit the WTC. We hurried back home for the beginning of days on end in front of the TV. When the plane hit the Pentagon, I was in disbelief. That was really close to home, and my brother-in-law and husband both worked nearby (both were fine, thankfully).
It was weird in the DC area that day and the days to come. When I went to pick up my daughter from preschool at noon that day, all of our local first responders were heading en masse, sirens wailing, toward the Pentagon. Overhead, the normally busy air traffic gradually disappeared. No one had any answers. We did the only thing that made sense: got Happy Meals for lunch.
The next day, 9/12, beautiful scenes unfolded around our neighborhood. Families gathered on street corners waving the American flag; drivers were polite to one another; free lemonade stands popped up everywhere; people flooded blood donation centers wanting to help. We were united in our grief and our patriotism. It was amazing. America at her best is unbeatable.
I do miss the spirit of 9/12.
What about you?
What’s your 9/11 story?
Your 9/12 story?
Please share in the comments! Meanwhile, here’s your meme dump for the day.