The day the world changed

As on any normal day, I was watching the morning news when the breaking news came in that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I remember wondering what it must have been like to be stuck on those top floors and even envisioned what those poor souls were going through to survive.

I watched in horror as the second plane hit and knew that nothing would ever be the same. My heart sank when the buildings came down in a black cloud and it seemed as though I was watching a sci-fi flic. 

But it wasn't a movie or a staged production. 

It was evil . . . and it changed our world.

Please pray for world peace and 

an end to the evil called terrorism.

I'm still haunted by the images and my thoughts about the day.

Do you ever wonder who those people were that no doubt fought the fight of their lives on that day, only to lose their lives? The person they were, why they were special to their loved ones? And their loved ones . . . the thoughts that must haunt them like a chronic disease that can't be cured. I think of them and their families often. 

We sometimes forget the residents of Manhattan who had their world ripped apart. Some were left homeless, some were eyewitnesses to the horror as it unfolded. How about those who are chronically ill because of what they breathed in that day? I can't imagine living that nightmare.

This memorial post is dedicated to the memory of those lost in the World Trade Center & Pentagon terrorist attacks . . . and the heroes who fought the  terrorists on Flight 93 on September 11, 2001. 

May we never forget them, the loved ones they left behind and the day our whole world changed.
Freedom itself was attacked
 this morning by a faceless coward,
 and freedom will be defended.
George W. Bush

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