I will never forget

September 11, 2001
I remember. . .
      that I was eight months pregnant with my beautiful daughter, and on bed rest. nothing fit me, I waddled when I walked, was in my first year of marriage, and saving to purchase a home.  I woke up that Tuesday morning preparing for a day of soap operas and day time talk shows, but only found I was coming into the Today show just after the first plane had crashed into the the tower.  (I usually caught the last hour of the today show.)  I watched the second crash and frantically tried to reach my husband, or my sister, my dad, or my grandmother.  No one answered the phone and I was panicked.  I lived thirty minutes away from my family and I wasn't allowed to drive, so instead of driving over to their house, I blew up their phones.  I cried, I freaked out, I questioned what kind of world was I bringing my daughter into?  What kind of world did I live in?  I prayed, for all the souls lost, and the souls left behind in shambles.

        that the silence in the sky that followed was like nothing I had ever seen before or since. It was surreal, almost as if we lived in a parallel universe where America really had enemies.  Before the attacks it was just a story on the news.  After the attacks it was real, the victims had faces, names, stories, and then we heard about the people, who were stuck in traffic, overslept, missed their flight, and the expressions on their face of disbelief, that "that could have been me."

      that it was a different world, we had a different outlook, and it changed us.  We grew up fast, and learned that the world can change in an instance.  I'm proud to be an american, and will honor those who have passed on.


I will never forget...