Wow, that date stirs up a lot of emotion. 10 years ago today, terrorists attacked America….flying two airplanes into the World Trade Center in New York City, flying another airplane into the Pentagon, highjacking another plane that was taken down by the brave passengers that decided to fight back.
The day before the attack, Joe and I found out we were expecting our second child. We tried for a long time to get Emma, in fact, we had a fertility consultation scheduled for September 11. After I took a home pregnancy test on the tenth, I joyfully called to reschedule our fertility consultation to an 8-week check-up. I was ecstatic!!
The morning of the 11th, I woke up when Joe called me on his way to work and told me to turn on the t.v. I sat horrified in front of the t.v. as I watched the smoke billow out of the first tower that had been hit. I gasped as I saw the second plane hit the second tower, and I sobbed as I saw the two buildings crumble to the earth. I couldn’t get off the couch all day, I was worried about Joe and told him to please come home because what if they were attacking all the major cities in the U.S.? For months, I cringed as I heard an airplane fly over our home, which was frequently as we lived in the flight path to the airport. I knew our country had changed forever.
10 years later, we are still feeling the effects. We were violated by a faceless enemy who cowardly killed thousands of people on our own soil. We have killed a few of those enemies, but there will always be someone to take their place. The only preparation that will really count is our preparation to meet God. What are we doing with our life now to prepare to meet Him? How will be able to report our time on earth?
I took the kids to the Healing Field in Sandy today. It was a reverent and solemn experience. Thousands of flags blowing in the breeze, each one labeled with a card naming one of the victims of these attacks.
“In Memory of Manuel Patrocino, age: 34, Location: World Trade Center. About Manuel: Manuel Patrocino was in charge of uniforms for Windows on the World Trade Center. He lived in Manhattan with his wife, Sandra, and their two children, Keyla and Alex. He normally reported to work early, and would be home in the afternoon, when he would head to the kitchen to cook a meal before the children arrived from school.”
Servicemen and women stood by letting the kids climb into the tanks and other service vehicles that were there. We saw the newly unveiled statue memorializing the three firemen who flew the American flag in the midst of all the debris.
There were many heroes that day, a lot of them died. I am touched by the selfless acts of those who ran into the face of danger while helping others escape from it. We live in a great country indeed.
I pray that we continue to unite as a country…not just against the faceless enemy, but against anyone who would destroy us. We are one nation under God, now and forever.