Taking the time today to remember the horror and fear of 17 years ago … but also the heroism, courage, and sacrifice of so many honorable people. My prayers today are for the families of those heroes. I honor your loved ones, and I grieve alongside you.
It’s hard: now, in 2018, the country feels so divided. It’s heartbreaking. I pray for unity, grace, and bravery for the USA. God bless you all.
My second year of college, I lived in a suite with seven other girls whom I laughed with and fought with and loved. That Tuesday morning, one of my quadmates Tracy and I had a class together, and I was getting annoyed because she was dawdling because she didn’t feel well and was probably going to make me late.
Another quadmate Megan, pre-med, had an early lab that morning and returned to our place, breathless as she reached for the remote. She clicked on the news, saying, “A plane crashed into the World Trade Center!”
My first image was of some podunk, rogue new pilot who had accidentally somehow managed to bump into the building.
But the people on the news seemed serious, and Tracy sat down on the couch next to Megs to watch. “We need to go,” I told her.
She waved me off, still watching the screen. …
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