When the first plane hit the twin towers, I was a senior in college and in class. I vividly remember the steps between my two classes that day as news of a plane hitting one of the twin towers in New York was buzzing around campus in quiet whispers. After my second class, I heard of the second plane and called my mom. The reality and the seriousness of the situation didn't hit home until I was in front of a tv watching the towers falling to the ground, hearing the news of a plane hitting the Pentagon, and of the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania. After watching the news for most of the day, I went to work at Dillard's, one of the only two stores in the whole mall that stayed open that day. We had 2 customers that night. The rest of the time, we huddled together in the shoe department, listening to the radio. There are few days in my life that remain such clear memories. September 11, 2001 is a day I, along the rest of America, will never forget.
I will never forget the great acts of heroism that took place that day and the days that followed. I will never forget the looks on the faces of those who survived the attacks that day and the grief on the faces of those who lost a loved one, a friend, a coworker.
Today, 10 years later, I continue to pray. I pray for all those who lost loved ones on 9/11 and all those who have lost loved ones in 9/11 related events. I pray for all the men and women who work to keep us safe and for those who fight for our freedom. I pray for our leaders, that God would put His will on their hearts. I pray just as hard for our 'enemies' as our friends and I pray for a better, more peaceful world for our children to grow up in.
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