I was half asleep in a hotel room in Dallas when I got the phone call telling me to turn on my TV. Either my sister called me, and I then called The Engineer, or vice versa. It is the message, not the voice delivering it, that I remember. I picked up the remote, and my eyes were glued to the television as I got ready. I watched at least one of the Towers fall.
I was an Admission Counselor for Grand Canyon University, and we had college fairs scheduled that day. The events went on, but attendance was low. One of the recruiters had a television, normally used to play a promotional DVD, but on this day it was tuned to a news station.
I recall that collective state of quiet shock and confusion, followed by grief and anger. I remember talking to my dad and the words he spoke--"Life as we know it will never be the same." Seven years later, his words ring profoundly true. It was a blow that forced our country to grow up quickly. For better or worse, it changed the way we handle terrorists and the countries that support them. Many died that day, and many more have died since. How I wish there was an easy, risk-free way to move forward in safety and security.
Oh, God, bless and comfort the families and friends of those who were lost on that day, and those who have died in the subsequent wars. God, please bring healing to those who are still injured in body and spirit.
If you'd like, please share where you were seven years ago.