Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
I was getting ready for my 9:15 class in my apartment that I shared with two other girls. I was a Sophomore at the University of Central Arkansas. I was listening to Big D and Bubba while putting on my makeup when they stopped all their joking and talking and in a serious voice said, "We have just heard that the President will be speaking in a few minutes." I thought that was weird that they would announce that. For some reason though I decided it sounded serious so I went and turned on the TV just in time to see the second airplane crash into the second tower. I was in shock. I woke up my roommates and we watched the news with tears. I went to my class and was surprised to see that my professor didn't really care and wanted to just continue on with class, even though one of my classmates was hysterical because her husband was supposed to be on that flight. It turns out she was able to get a hold of him and he wasn't on the plane.
I was thankful my younger brother didn't go on his high school Jr. trip to Washington DC that week. His classmates were on a bus headed to tour the pentagon when they learned of the attacks. They saw the airplane that crashed into the pentagon.
Every year I write the anniversary on my calendar because I never want to forget. I will never forget the ones who died that day or their family members. I am so thankful for the men and women who fight for our freedom everyday.
Where were you?
I lift my eyes to the hills-where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.