Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?

Much like our parents generation who can recall where they were when Kennedy was assassinated, I will never forget the morning of September 11, 2001.

I was a freshman in high school and was in health class. We actually had the Today Show on most mornings and were watching it that morning and saw it all take place as soon as it came on TV. Watching in disbelief you first may think it was a horrible accident. And then the 2nd plane hit and you knee it was something else.

I think of that day often and will never forget it. Tonight as I watch footage from that day I realize I was pretty naive then. Who isn't at 15 years old? I knew it was a very BAD deal, but I lived in rural Missouri and basically a bubble. The words "terrorist attack" were extremely foreign to me. My heart aches for the people lost and the families that have had to live with that nightmare since. I can't imagine losing someone I love like that, but then to think about those who never found bodies. It's hard to get closure when you just aren't sure what happened.

Since 2001, I have visited New York City. I fell in love with the city and seeing Ground Zero and the church where rescue workers rested was incredible. I could have sat in that church for two days. The feeling you feel in there is hard to describe. New York has come so far and it is evident how much the residents love their city, are proud of it, and are true Americans.

I pray that the families who lost people are able to have closure and peace. May God bless all of those involved. God Bless the USA!