I Remember That Day

I awoke to the news of a plane hitting the World Trade Center. At the time they (the media) thought it was a small private plane because it was such a clear day, it couldn't be anything other than an inexperienced local pilot. Listening to the news on the radio, I heard about the 2nd plane. Then the reality set in and the rest of the day was spent watching what has happening about 15 miles away on television and calling family and friends to make sure that everyone was OK.

That weekend I visited a college friend in the hospital. She barely survived with a hasty exit from a high floor of the 2nd tower. As the ambulance took her away she saw the 2nd tower fall. Almost all her co-workers perished. She survived with some serious injuries. Some will never fully heal.

The wound America sustained on 9/11/01 will also never fully heal. We will remember.