September 11, 2001 fell on a Tuesday. I was home that day recovering from the flu and nursing a cough. The television morning show "Good Morning America" kept me company for breakfast.
All of a sudden I watched in horror as an airplane crashed into the top part of a building, then another airplane crashed into the second building close to the first one. In mere minutes the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York City were engulfed by smoke and flames. Immediately the crumbling of the structures followed. Screams of horror and desperation from people on the streets filled the air. Before the day was over, the area became a village of ashes from the fragments of the collapsed buildings that promptly draped the landscape.
All day long the depressing scenario kept repeating. The news also reported similar attacks at the Pentagon in Washington, D.C. and a field in Pennsylvania. I found myself totally stunned at first. Then as the realization dawned on me, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Although the news didn't help to make me feel better and recover from my illness, I felt blessed that I had the opportunity to watch from a long distance the unfolding of the terrorist suicide attacks.
Osama bin Laden, al-Qaeda's leader. subsequently took credit for the acts of terrorism. "U.S. support of Israel, the presence of U.S. troops in Saudi Arabia, and sanctions against Iraq" were the motives for the senseless and brutal action according to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/September_11_attacks.
No doubt about it, 9/11 was a bad day for America. My heart went out to families who lost their loved ones in that tragedy. Spouses who looked forward to the familiar kiss and hug from their better halves. Children who couldn't wait to see mom and dad come home from work. Neighbors who expected to see familiar faces at the end of the day.
People who went to do business in the Twin Towers must have looked forward to coming home in the evening or planned an evening of fun or simply thought they would be hanging out in their comfort zones before the day was over.
Sadly, for all the victims and their loved ones, it wasn't meant to be.
As we observe the 10th anniversary of that dark, unhappy day, let's be thankful that although the multitude of lives affected may not have completely healed, many of them have moved on. Let's all keep in mind that although tragedies like what happened in New York City ten years ago are beyond our control, prayers can help keep the devil at bay.
It never hurts to kneel down or sit still... and PRAY.
All of a sudden I watched in horror as an airplane crashed into the top part of a building, then another airplane crashed into the second building close to the first one. In mere minutes the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York City were engulfed by smoke and flames. Immediately the crumbling of the structures followed. Screams of horror and desperation from people on the streets filled the air. Before the day was over, the area became a village of ashes from the fragments of the collapsed buildings that promptly draped the landscape.
All day long the depressing scenario kept repeating. The news also reported similar attacks at the Pentagon in Washington, D.C. and a field in Pennsylvania. I found myself totally stunned at first. Then as the realization dawned on me, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Although the news didn't help to make me feel better and recover from my illness, I felt blessed that I had the opportunity to watch from a long distance the unfolding of the terrorist suicide attacks.
Osama bin Laden, al-Qaeda's leader. subsequently took credit for the acts of terrorism. "U.S. support of Israel, the presence of U.S. troops in Saudi Arabia, and sanctions against Iraq" were the motives for the senseless and brutal action according to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/September_11_attacks.
No doubt about it, 9/11 was a bad day for America. My heart went out to families who lost their loved ones in that tragedy. Spouses who looked forward to the familiar kiss and hug from their better halves. Children who couldn't wait to see mom and dad come home from work. Neighbors who expected to see familiar faces at the end of the day.
People who went to do business in the Twin Towers must have looked forward to coming home in the evening or planned an evening of fun or simply thought they would be hanging out in their comfort zones before the day was over.
Sadly, for all the victims and their loved ones, it wasn't meant to be.
As we observe the 10th anniversary of that dark, unhappy day, let's be thankful that although the multitude of lives affected may not have completely healed, many of them have moved on. Let's all keep in mind that although tragedies like what happened in New York City ten years ago are beyond our control, prayers can help keep the devil at bay.
It never hurts to kneel down or sit still... and PRAY.
