The smoke. The confusion. The unknown.
Then, the Pentagon.
Later, Flight 93 in a Pennsylvania field.
I was in a hospital room with my late husband. A few days before the terrorist attacks, we discovered the quarter-sized aneurysm in his head. Our options were limited.
Our personal confusion morphed into a larger issue —the nation's grief.
I could link to a million sites to share details of that day:
- The brave men and women who died.
- The heart wrenching calls to loved ones.
- The chilling recordings from the hijacked airplanes that capture pleas from passengers and lies from the terrorists.
I'm thinking about how that day changed the U.S., the world and my life. I'm praying we remain vigilant to the dangers around us.
How did 9/11 change you or your community?