I remember very little
from the “first” September 11th. I was in early elementary school
and didn’t even hear about the attacks until I got home later in the afternoon.
However, I can see clearly in my mind my mother standing before a television in
our home glued to the screen. Though I am sure I paid the TV no mind my brain
has seen fit to insert a video clip onto the TV screen in the memory since I now
know what happened. I recall my mother telling me something bad had occurred by
I didn’t worry about it very much, bad
things happen every day on the news, I thought to myself.
Only
now do I realize the significance of that day, only now do I cry along with the
rest of the country when those oh so famous newsreels are replayed. This past
9/11, I watched many of the TV specials about the attacks and will never forget
what those Twin Towers looked like. This past year a trip to NYC gave me only a
glimpse of the new memorial and its massive reflecting pool. As I passed I said
a prayer for the families and thanked God that He protects me every day. I know
there will never be enough words for the families of the victims but I hope a
few of God’s words bring, at the very least, some comfort. Isaiah 40: 31, But those who wait on the Lord Shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint.
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