I remember 9-11-01 and...
I WILL NEVER FORGET:
exactly where I was when I first heard about a plane hitting the World Trade Center.
the emotions of horror, fear, and disbelief that filled me at that first moment and as further tragedies unfolded.
the weeks and months following when our spirits were numb.
the deep, limitless, and unspeakable sorrow we felt.
the ways we reached out to console each other in our grief.
how much I love the United States of America.
how grateful I am to have been blessed to be born in America.
the innocent lives lost on that day in New York City, at the Pentagon, and in a field in Pennsylvania.
the bravery and love of those who gave their lives to save others on 9-11.
the men and women trapped in that living hell of the World Trade Center aflame who threw themselves out of that inferno into the loving arms of God and into eternity.
that every moment is precious and we NEVER know when the day that greets us on awakening may be our last.
to appreciate each day, one-day-at-a-time.
the prayers that went up for those that were missing.
how grateful I was to be able to live through those chaotic times without even thinking of taking a drink.
(Photo credit: Everyday Heroes by Stephen Zacker)