Thursday, September 11, 2008

Where were you?

Its been 7 years since that morning of September 11, 2001. I usually have a horrible memory, but that morning is definitely ingrained in my head.

I was getting ready to go to school at BYU and the phone rang. I walked into the kitchen and answered the phone. It was one of my roommates who was already on campus and all she said was "turn on the TV" and then she hung up. I hurried into the living room and saw what was playing on every channel. The first tower had just fallen. They replayed the planed crashing and the tower falling over and over. Then the second tower fell. The reporter thought we were watching the video of the first tower again and it took a minute to realize what had happened. I was a wreck. I didn't know anyone in the towers or the pentagon, but it hit me like a lead weight. I'm one of those people who needs as much information as I can get to deal with tradgedy so I sat there soaking it all in. I eventually tore myself away to go to class. We didn't get much accomplished in class. Then it was time for devotional. I walked to a daze to the Marriott Center at BYU and found a seat. I was numb. We sang and had a prayer meeting for all the lost and all those still in peril and their families. Then the flood gates open. I cried and cried. President Bateman then gave us permission to miss our classes if we felt we needed to. I walked straight home. I called several of my family members on the way home. I needed to feel okay with the world. I went home and barely moved from the couch for a couple of days. I just watched to footage and heard the interviews over and over. Some of my friends told me I was making it worse by doing that, but I had to. I looked on the internet for more pictures and videos. I just had to take it all in. I was amazed how hard it was for me. I was eventually able to snap out of it, but I will never forget that day.

Thank you to all the soldiers who are fighting terrorism and fighting to keep America safe and free. Thank you to those who lost their lives on Flight 93. God bless the 2751 who were lost in the towers and the 77 in the pentagon and their families. I know I think of my life much differently now and am more grateful for the country we live in and the freedom we love.

I remember 9/11.

4 comments:

emily said...

I was home alone. Dave and I had been married a little less than a month. I turned the TV on and couldn't figure out what was going on. Then I went to Wal-Mart. They had it on the TVs there, and that's when I knew it was serious. I got home just as the second tower fell. I started bawling. My sister Sara called me, and I wanted to call and talk to my dad but he was on base and the bases had been shut down for security reasons and he was stuck at work and unable to talk. It was a scary, horrible morning and I cried about it for weeks.

Phillip and Mary Brough said...

I don't think it's possible to forget that day. Thanks for posting.

Jon, Amber, Caleb, and Skyler said...

I remember that day all too well...wasn't I there with you part of the day? It's amazing how every year goes by and we all still remember it!

Diane Owen said...

Yep Amber, I believe you were with me a lot of that day. I was glad to have you there!