Tuesday, September 11, 2001. A day that forever changed all of our lives. Do you remember where you were? It is one of those questions that when asked we automatically remember where we were and what we were doing.
Larry and I were on cloud nine! On Saturday, September 8, we received the best news EVER. We were were told we were the parents of a sweet little baby boy from Korea. Justin.
On the morning of September 11th we were busy preparing for a visit from Debbie our social worker. She was bringing Justin’s paperwork and we were going to go over everything together so we could start the process of bringing our sweet boy home.
I remember I was doing laundry and Larry was making the bed. Larry had the radio on and a news reporter came on and reported a plane had hit one of the towers of the World Trade Center in NYC. Larry called out and told me about it and I told him to turn on the TV. I honestly thought that it was an accidental plane crash and I wondered aloud to Larry why the pilot could not see those huge buildings.
I thought perhaps that it was a small plane that hit that first tower! When Larry told me it was a Boeing jet, I just could not imagine. I have never seen the World Trade Center in person and could not imagine how vast those buildings must have been. I kept saying to Larry that the entire plane went into the building! I just could not fathom it!
Within minutes another plane hit the second tower. After that second plane crash we knew something terrible was happening. Then the plane crash at the Pentagon in Washington DC and finally the plane crashed in Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
Deb our social worker called us on the way here and asked us if we knew what had happened.
When she arrived, we tried to go over Justin’s paperwork but we could not stop watching the TV as the events of that horrible day unfolded before our eyes! We watched those huge, huge buildings fall to the ground with all of those people inside. Trapped.
Nearly 3,000 people. Gone. Fathers, mothers, aunt, uncles, sons daughters, grandparents, nieces and nephews. Gone.
Such a sad day. I think of those first responders. The firefighters and police officers. The men and women who went in to those buildings with no thought of their own safety. Their only thought, to rescue the injured only to meet their own deaths. So sad.
One thing I will forever remember was the silence in the sky in the days after 9/11. We live right on the flight path of the Philadelphia International Airport and we always have planes going over. There was nothing but silence. It was an eerie feeling.
I remember watching the TV and hearing the personal alarms going off repeatedly from all of the fallen first responders. Larry is a volunteer fire fighter and I have heard his alarm. I cannot imagine hearing those alarms going off over and over again knowing there were so many fallen first responders but no survivors.
I personally did not know anyone who perished that day. I cannot imagine the pain of those who lost their loved ones. I cannot imagine the loss of all those children suffered knowing their parent would not be coming home ever again. I pray for these families that they find peace and comfort in knowing that we have not forgotten. It is important that we never forget. There were many hero's that day both civilian and first responders.
Let us never forget their sacrifice. Let us never forget those lost on 9/11/2001.
In you I trust, O my God. Do not let me be put to shame, nor let my enemies triumph over me. No one whose hope is in you will ever be put to shame, but they will be put to shame who are treacherous without excuse. Psalm 25:2-3