Cheers
Give a Cheer
Give a Cheer
Wow. This was hard to do, I had to dig deep to find things I had put away within myself to help forget the hurt and dismay from that very day.
The journaling reads
Where was I?
My normal routine every single morning was to get up, have a cup of coffee, see the kids off to school and watch the Today Show. That morning I didn't. Instead I showered and left the house, not listening to the radio or anything.
It was beautiful outside. The sun was shining, the skies were blue, the weather was perfect. I was driving on one of my favorite country roads to get to a friend's house, lost in my own thoughts, my own little happy world.
I was dropping off a catalog for a home party with Homemaker's Idea Company and she asked me if I had seen any television that morning. She then guided me into the living room to show me that a plane had hit one of our World Trade Center buildings. I left immediately and came home. She only lived a few minutes from me, so as soon as I got home I turned on the television and sat down just in time to watch the second plane hit the other building.
(i have the wrong planes listed as 3rd and 4th but this was already done when i realized and i didn't want to change it - sorry deb)
I called Ty at work as soon as the the third plane hit the Pentagon. While I was on the phone with him, the fourth plane crashed into a field in Pennsylvania.
Thoughts - Actions
Shock. Despair. Sadness. Confusion. Loneliness. Insecurity.
I stayed glued to the television the rest of the day, saddened by what I was seeing, and praying. Probably praying harder than I ever had before. Not for me, but for our country, for what was happening to us.
It troubles me in a deeper way than I can even express that there are people that are created by the same God who created me that do not serve him, do not believe in him, and have a level of hatred in them that we can't even begin to understand. I cannot begin to fathom how disheartening and hurtful that is to God himself, their very creator.
Ty took off work the following day so we could all just stay close and be together.
How has this changed my life?
~This part was difficult to journal, some things being very difficult to admit and for that reason, I'm leaving most of it private, tucked away in the pull-out tag, just for Deb. The tag pulls out and then unfolds to reveal the journaling.~
Here is an excerpt...
The airport was so crowded the day Ty left for Iraq. As I stood there, I started to look over the place, one person at a time, one family at a time, one section at a time. All different kinds of people were freely walking about and I couldn't help but wonder, Was it like that on 9/11? All those people went about their business, checking in their luggage, watching and listening for their flights, talking, smiling and laughing with family and other travelers not realizing that they were only going to live a few more hours? It was a normal day, just like this one, six years prior. And the very same sadness from that day swept over me all over again.
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