Today is the anniversary of the attacks of the twin towers, the pentagon, and flight 93. I grew my up hearing my parents talk about where the were when Neil Armstrong stood on the moon, and my grandparents talk about where they were when Pear Harbor was attacked.
I now share a similar story with them. I can remember clearly where I was when I found out about the Sep. 11, attacks. I was in 5th grade, Ms. Youngberg class (now Mrs. Seguin). Our class had just returned from PE, when she told the class what had happened. She then pulled out a map, and pointed to the Middle East. She told that is where she believed the attacks where from. She was correct.
My mom later pulled my brother out of school, took us to Red Roof Inn, where we watch the stories unfold. My mom carefully explained what was happening.
Now you turn. Where were you at? What is your story? Please write your response in the comment box provided.
I was at Santa Rosa Hospital for my clinical rotation class I was taking in high school, and as soon as I stepped into the double doors I noticed the busyness of the reception desk and the nurses and doctors that would usually be flying by to finish their rounds, had all stopped and were at a stand still watching the television so I turned to look at the screen and the second plane crashed into the second tower. I didn’t understand anything that was happening all I knew was people were saying we were being attacked.
When I got home my dad was freaking out and saying we were going to be going to war. This whole event was so surreal to me because I never paid attention to the news or current events because my life revolved around me and only me, but I gave my life to Jesus Christ four years later in 2005. I asked God to forgive me of my sin and to come into my heart and help me live clean and now I think it’s very important to keep up with current events because we are living in the end times and there are events that have come to pass that God has warned us about in the Bible and we need to know what’s happening so we are ready for Christ’s return.
I was in the middle land which lies between the valley of dreams and the sea of wake; listening with a sleepy ear to, “Be Thou My Vision”. Dad had left it playing as he left for prayer. I remember next hearing the heavy run of his work boots banging down the wooden porch as he opened the sliding door. He called out my mothers name loudly, “Diane! Diane” I was wide awake now, sitting straight in my bed. He went on excited, “Planes just crashed into the world trade centers!!! Upon hearing this, I knew it wasn’t that big of deal, and tried to sleep. I awoke; downstairs mom was drinking her tea and on the phone with her best friend, Gail. I heard her frantic tone, excited and tense. My freshman brain began to wonder just how important these buildings, these planes were…
So I sat at the table and listened to my mother’s voice and her words, and my little heart was struck with wonderful terror. God was coming back and dear old America was reaping what she had sown. At school we weren’t allowed to view any TV’s, teachers were silent and would not allow us to talk about being bombed. My last class of the day was History and our teacher let us talk. I spoke of Jesus’ return and even cried because I felt that if our boys had to go to war, we would lose. I remember explaining our generation was a spoiled, selfish one which had never seen war, how could they fight one when they couldn’t even pull up their pants. My teacher said I was rushing to conclusions and why wouldn’t I sit down and try to be positive. I laughed rudely and said something that being bombed wasn’t much to weigh down my mind, anyway. Some laughed, some were quiet and I was very, very still. “its the end of the world as we know it and I feel…”