remember when

September 11, 2013

I can't remember what I did last weekend. I can't remember what I wore yesterday or even if I ate breakfast this morning. But I do remember a particular Tuesday morning in September.

I was sitting with the other girls in Women's Chamber Choir. Whether we were talking, warming up,or sight reading...that I don't remember. I do remember our principal's voice, Mr. Dallek, coming onto the PA system announcing the plane crashes that had already taken place. I remember the strange look on our teacher, Mr. Armstrong's face as he stared up at the speaker box and listened.

I remember thinking it was strange...what a coincidence that multiple planes crashed. Are the controllers failing? We moved on with class and I went to lunch where my friend George sat silently, a look of devastation on his face. He was a New Yorker.

"What's wrong?" I asked anyway. Surely he didn't know anyone who had been harmed.
"Our country is under attack!" He exclaimed.

I should mention I was 16. I had just turned 16 the week before and I was quite naive. That's silly, I thought. Who would want to or be stupid enough to attack America?

The day went on and parents were pulling their kids from school. I was pulled out for a different reason: an appointment with my eye doctor. My mom was late, and I tried reaching her by the payphone outside of the school. Except the line was busy. You couldn't call a soul.

She finally arrived, and we made our way to the local mall where LensCrafters was located. I think that's when I finally began to understand things were serious. Lights were out and most merchants had already closed and left for the day. It was maybe 1 p.m. I picked up my contacts; I was the last patient they saw before following suit.

If you didn't know, I grew up in Northern Virginia. Quantico is south of me, Ft.Belvoir and Ft. Myer to the well as the Pentagon and our nation's capitol.

My youth group met that night. It probably should have been cancelled, but we met. The adults must have known people would need to talk...and pray. We learned that God was good as the plane hit the Pentagon in a section under construction. Many loved ones should have been in harm's way that day but weren't for one reason or another. One girl's dad was one story too high to be harmed and ran to his safety.

The day was over, but I remember it clearly, as I'm sure many of you do. The aftermath of that day continues for many families in one way or another. I grieve with you and I thank you.


  1. I think this is a day all of us will remember.

  2. I remember it so clearly too. I was in science class, and my teacher didn't yet have all the info. At one point, he stopped us as we were working in pairs, and said, with tears in his eyes, that he was sorry he hadn't told us, but the Pentagon had been bombed. I grew up in the Maryland-DC area, and my dad normally worked in DC, although thank God he wasn't there that day. But I cried all the way home. What a scary time! It's crazy to think there are a bunch of kids now who will only know it from textbooks.

  3. I was in my 8th grade history class. I'll never forget this boy we called Cam running into the class yelling and screaming. We were all so confused. (middle school starts at almost 9 am) Kids were being pulled out of class left in right. We had a sub in my 7th period computer class. She was a Muslim lady and I will never forget the students running her out of the class crying. (I grew up in a pretty conservative TX town)

    In Dallas we have a mini World Trade Center and I remember kids freaking out that they would bomb us. Everyone kept talking about how are town is not on the map and it would be a perfect decoy since we were so close to the Dallas World Trade Center. I remember coming home from school and I was alone for hours scared and watching the news. I couldn't get ahold of my parents.


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