Hans and I were just talking about the 8 year anniversary of September 11th. It seems like so long ago...but that day is forever engraved in my memory. I pray my kids will grow up remembering that day too and honoring the victims...even though it was before they were born.
I was only 17 and Hans was 18, we had just started our freshman year at Grove City College. It sure seems like we were a lot older--at least it felt like we were older than that. We'd just finished breakfast in the MAP dining hall and I was waiting for him to come out into the lobby so we could go to class...the TV was on and people were gathered around saying a plane had just hit the World Trade Center in NYC, they weren't sure if it was a small plane or what was actually going on...as the newscasters were talking about different scenarios, we saw the second plane hit the other tower, live on TV.
Since then we've visited Ground Zero a few times, and the plane crash site in Pennsylvania, and Hans visited the Pentagon...and I am still reminded of the fear and sadness of that day and the following months...and say a prayer for those loved ones left behind. My generation's day that will live in infamy.
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