I was confused.
When I got to school, I turned on the TV in my classroom; I was in for the shock of my life. Seeing what was happening miles away in New York, had me riveted to the TV.
My life had come to a standstill.
I couldn’t believe it.
A parent came in and started to explain why her son hadn’t done his homework the night before…
I heard nothing.
I felt nothing.
It was like a piece of my soul had been torn out, as well as my peace.
How could I be expected to teach a class of 4th graders when something like this had just happened? How were teachers able to do it when Challenger exploded and a school teacher, Christa McAuliffe died—along with the 6 astronauts—before the eyes of all America?
Somehow, I managed it.
But it was on my mind all day.
It’s now 7 years later.
I still think about it too…
I wonder; will I be ready when my time comes?