Those lyrics "Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning That September Day?" always give me the chills. For many, 9/11/01 was the worst day of their lives. They lost husbands, wives, sons, daughters, and the list goes on and on. I cannot even imagine.
I still remember that day vividly. I was in Mrs. Miller's 7th grade reading class. I was a 7th grader, so I was old enough to realize what was going on but too young to really understand the ramifications. Mrs. Miller turned the television on, and we all watched in silence as the second plane crashed into the twin towers. A girl named Lauren made a joke and said "Oh my gosh, my uncle lives in New York!". A couple of seconds later, she added "Oh my gosh, so does my aunt!". Everyone giggled softly, me included. I now realize how annoying it is that she was making light of the situation, but she was in 7th grade. Again, we didn't really understand.
The look on Mrs. Miller's face told me it was serious. I remember seeing her at her desk, mouth dropped open and eyes glued to the television. When I got home from school that day, my dad was there. They had all been released from work early. I think we stayed at school the rest of the day, but I honestly don't remember that part. I just remember sitting in Mrs. Miller's class watching history unfold on that screen.
There are no words to describe what America went through that day, so I'm not even going to try. All gave some, and some gave all. Today I am thankful for the first responders. There has been a lot of negative publicity about police officers lately, and I'm not here to start a debate, but the cops, firefighters, and military that responded that day and every day since did so selflessly.
So that's where I was: Mrs. Miller's 7th grade reading class. Where were you 14 years ago today?