Remembering 9/11

Remembering 9/11

It's my turn to do the remember when.

I remember just taking my kids to school when I first heard the news on WOAI in San Antonio.

I remember some of the first reports speculated a small private aircraft lost control and went into the building.

I remember not having a television and trying to get information off the Internet and radio.

I remember listening live to the radio when the second plane hit the other tower.

I remember trying to imagine the carnage since I didn't have the picture from the television.

I remember hearing all the confusion and journalist and officials trying to get to the bottom of what happened.

I remember hearing about the president trying to get back to Washington.

I remember the rumors about grounding all air traffic.

I remember hearing the reports that another plane flew into the Pentagon.

I remember the stories about those who couldn't stand the heat from the fire and jumped from the towers.

I remember hearing about the brave men and women trying to run into a burning building and save lives.

I remember hearing about the grounding of all aircraft.

I remember hearing the story about a plane going down in Pennsylvania.

I remember getting calls from everyone else asking, “Are you watching this?”

I remember everyone being totally consumed for weeks.

I remember wondering about my brother and sister-in-law who just got married on Sept. 8 and were away somewhere on their honeymoon. Were they safe? Were they hearing about what was happening?

I remember thinking how anyone could be so cruel and want to take down buildings full of innocent people.

I remember feeling helpless.

I remember worrying that it could happen again somewhere else on American soil.

I remember trying to bring comfort to a group of teenagers the next week.

I remember all the lives lost, taken way to soon by a group of crazies.

I remember trying to make sense of it all.

Now, I wonder are all those families who lost loved ones experiencing healing.

I wonder if others out there are planning to do crazy stuff again.

I wonder if the world is a safer place today than 8 years ago.

I wonder will people remember 9/11 one hundred years from now.

I wonder how 9/11 will affect the next generation of Americans.

I wonder how 9/11 will affect the next generation of Muslim extremists.

I wonder if we still live in the greatest nation on the planet.

I'm convinced we do.