It was morning when the 1st plane hit the Twin Towers in New York City.
As the news spread I watched the second plane hit. Mortified and scared, I held my baby boy in my arms and cried, wanting to get my 7 yr old out of school and hold him too. My husband was at work and I desperately wanted to hold him as well, for safety, comfort and to know that things will be o.k. Things will never be the same. Families have been torn apart and left with empty places in their hearts. As they try to move on, they will always, always know the pain and loneliness of their loss. My oldest is now terrified to fly as a direct result. We had no personal attachment to the people or places that had been hit, but we took it to heart and feet soooo much sorrow that our fellow Americans have suffered such a great loss. I still cry today!
We also feel pride in the everyday hero's that sprung into action
( knowing that this could be their last moments ) to save others when they fought the terrorist on the 4th plane. How scared they must have felt themselves. I can't even begin to fathom all the emotions they were going through!
I also want to remember the unsung hero's who took action to help with the aid of those who have suffered and had losses.
Last and certainly not least.... I want to thank all the soldiers for their sacrifices for Freedom!
My heart and Prayers go out to the families of the ones we have lost and to the soldiers who are still fighting. May god Bless us all!
Please visit Linda's blog to view a wonderful video that she has posted and leave a comment on whet you were doing when you got the news. http://just-a-scrappin.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-11-2001-and-day-of-prayer.html