Thursday, September 11, 2008


Pin It I remember hearing something on the radio about a terrorist attack on my way to work. My roommate had said something about it too when I was still just waking up…however, since my head was still groggy, I didn’t catch much of it.

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?


Deo Volente said...

I understand completely.

Farscaper said...

I totally remember. I had just woken up. After getting my twins fed (they were 1 1/2 at the time) I sat down to eat breakfast and catch some tv. I was just flipping channels and hadn't landed on any that were delivering the news story. My husband was already at his computer working for the morning. He called over to me and told me what happened. I thought he was teasing me. Then, when I realized he was telling the truth, I thought the plane involved was some little plane - you know... the kinds that are always crashing into things. When I realized it was a HUGE plane I knew the world we lived in would never be the same.

Prayer, for me, is the only thing that has NOT changed. It's always there. My connection has not changed. There is no toll charge, no delay, no static on the line. It is what gives peace in a time of chaos.

Me, I could go at any time. I'm ok with it. I just wouldn't want to leave my kids without a mother. I've had friends who have lost a parent while they were too young. It is so hard on them. They become different people - not typically the better kind of different.

annette said...

Such a terrible tragedy.

It's good to realize the Lord was with each and everyone there, as he was and is with us. And will be, when our time comes.

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