"Where were you when the world stopped turning?" This song by Alan Jackson, 10 years later, still brings a sadness to my heart.
There are dates in our lives that will always be etched into our minds: the day we are married, the day our children were born, the day the first men walked on the moon, September 11, 2001.
I was sitting in my chair, drinking a cup of coffee and talking to a dear friend while we both watched Good Morning America. I'll never forget the feeling of unbelief as I watched so many people die.
My oldest step-daughter was getting married that day and we had a whole morning of pampering planned, but none of it happened. The wedding took place, but for me, there was a damper on it.
I called my younger brother, who is in the National Guard, and cried.
I waited in line for what seemed like an ridiculous amount of time to get very expensive gas.
Papa Bear and I took Little Bear with us to Aldi and bought two shopping carts piled full of items.
My view on my security has changed since that day. I no longer believe we are safe. I know at anytime, we could be the next target. I've studied survival skills and how we would live without modern conviniances.
102 minutes, 10 years ago. Where were you?