five years ago yesterday i was a senior in high school. because of this, i did not have a first period on A days, so i slept in. i was awaken by my mom on the intercom. she told me i needed to get up and come watch tv. this was a strange request, tv before school? when i looked at the screen there was only smoke, i was still sleepy and confused. as i watched the news, another plane flew directly into the second tower. i continued to go to school and the tower fell while i was driving, the second fell when i was at school. it was a strange morning to say the least. as the day went on, we watched the news all day at school. it was good at first because everyone was so confused, but all day made me sick. all we saw was death and smoke. i know you saw it too, because it was on all day every channel.
i asked my students where they were on that day and most were going to school, but they were only in fourth grade so they don't remember much.
i am posting this because i think it is good to think back and remember our own personal experiences on that day. i know you will never forget it regardless of how we were affected by it.
so as you continue on with your life, remember those who no longer do. give a prayer for their families, and for others to come to Jesus through their memory.
one of the students prayed for the terrrorists to come to know Jesus. that takes a lot of courage for a ninth grader to say. i know that i am still upset sometimes, but we should pray for the lost no matter what.
so sorry this is a bit sad, but let me know where you were or what you were doing, and please pray for the lost.
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I was on my way out the door to work when i found out. Everyone was sent home from work and I spent the day with all my friends in front of the tv (pete was there as I recall) We gathered on the quad that afternoon and prayed. Still seems unreal.
I was in the 8th grade and walking into my geography class (9:00am). she was listening to it on the radio. I had no idea what she was talking about when she said that the world trade center was attacked, because i had no clue what those were...then we listened to the radio on the way home on the bus...still had no idea....until i watched it on tv and mom told me the whole story.
i was in my early morning anatomy lab when i found out. a kid in my class told us a plane had crashed into the world trade center. i asked what kind of plane and he said a jet. i told him that was impossible. then i saw it on the news.
it felt really close to home for me maybe because i was so far away from where i had spent my entire life.
it was the beginning of school and nate and i had just taken a flight from boston to lax less than a month before.
i kept thinking things would never be the same, but now i have to be reminded that it happened and that the reality is almost 3,000 people died that day.
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