Although I wrote this yesterday, I was not able to post this until today.
Eleven years ago today, a shy little seventh grader walked into Mrs. Jackson’s language arts class for her first class of the day. She thought it was odd that the TV was on and watched in horror as a building was in flames. “Oh, this must be in a foreign country”, not realizing this was happening on American soil. It was only when she saw a second plane crash into that second tower that she heard the words “New York” and “terrorist attack”, that she realized this was huge. The class continued to watch as they saw a another plane had crashed into the Pentagon in Washington D.C. Panic consumed the girl when she remembered her father was in Washington D.C. on business. For the rest of the day, she was worried about her beloved dad until her mom called late in the school day to say that Daddy was ok. Many other little girls around the country were not as fortunate.
Everyone has their own memories of that tragic day eleven years ago that will live in our minds forever. Even now, it is so hard to wrap my mind around why some people are so evil that they take pleasure in taking the innocent lives of so many people. I take solace in the fact that I know God has a special place in heaven for those innocent victims, the firefighters that ran into help, and the children that lost their parents that day.