It's about an hour until it is September 11th. It is extremely difficult to believe seven years have already passed when I can still remember that day so vividly. I was 12 and in 6th grade... and my math class was just starting...I recall my math teacher being overly anxious and upset. Her sister worked in the WTC and she could not get ahold of her. While all of this was going on, my friends and I looked at each other in confusion. We tried to figure out what was going on, and when she told us, it was so unreal we didn't know what to do with that kind of information. The day went on to me going home, still a little confused, but also very uneasy. My mom and I sat in front of the television for hours watching those towers fade away...I remember watching all the families of the victims and emergency crews wait for the news of whether their relative had made it out alive. I could never imagine the terror of waiting...especially for how long many of them had to. I know God has a plan and purpose for everything, but I know this had to be a definite struggle for everyone to try to comprehend.
I got the privilege of being able to see ground zero in 2006, and it was very heartbreaking to witness the tragedy that is still so heavy in that city. The subway was filled with drawings from the victims' children to their lost parent. It brought tears to my eyes knowing that so many children will not be able to grow up with a parent. That gave me a feeling of thankfulness that I am privileged to have both of my parents here with me that love and support me in all that I do.
All I know is that I will be remembering and praying for the victims and everyone who was and is directly involved with the tragedy of September 11th. I hope you are today as well.