Saturday, September 11, 2010

Nine Years Ago - What I Remember

What I remember from 9 years ago - I was working at KinderCare. One of the teachers heard on the radio that a plane struck one of the twin towers. I initially thought a plane clipped a tower antennae or something. As we continued to listen, the events unfolded & horror came over us all. Parents started picking up their children early. Everyone was in shock.

I remember talking to my mom on the phone. She was watching it all on tv - I remember her saying with panic in her voice, "Someone is attacking us!"

Since I was at work all day I never really saw much of the news reports and videos that we
re coming out. I am thankful now for that.

All this happened 4 days before our wedding. Everything was so confused and unsure at that time we weren't even sure if our wedding could continue as scheduled. It did. But, I know of at least one person who wasn't able to come because he was stranded elsewhere because all flights were stopped.

We actually decided to go on our honeymoon to Costa Rica. Flights began again right before we left. It was with some trepidation on my part and the planes were virtually empty. So, was the resort we went to - usually filled with American tourists. Only the locals were there. And, I remember talking with them in our broken Spanish and their broken English about the tragedy. They were so sad for our country.


  1. 9/11 is like when JFK died. Everyone remembers where they were and what they were feeling.
    So sad.
    I wonder if our children will ever understand the magnitude of what happened.
    Happy Anniversary in a couple of days.
    Do you have plans?
    Thanks for sharing.

  2. Thanks for commenting on my blog, Karen. I didn't have a lot of information at the pre-k/daycare that day was so horrifying that we had to resist the urge to turn on a TV or listen to the radio.

    The next day was the worst. The kids knew what was going on. Most of their parents were in some way involved with the AFB, so they knew we were at war. I remember one little girl specifically...her name was Nikki, she was 4 and had long blonde hair. And she wouldn't go outside except to get into the car. When one of the f-16s would fly over she'd run to hide.

    Prayer and letter-writing is what got my 4 year old class through that mess. And I didn't care if we weren't supposed to pray. Fire me. I didn't understand God and faith and prayer and all that stuff then...but I understood enough to know that it was all we COULD do.


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