Where were you?

"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?

Saddened by news

How sad I feel from watching Good Morning America this morning. I won't go into all the details, but what is so disturbing is that 5 teenage boys, ages 13-15, poured rubbing alcohol on another 15 year old boy and then set him on fire.

What is it that runs through the mind of another to want to inflict such horrific pain on another.

My heart goes out to this boy who is in ICU. To his family who must watch their loved one go though this.

My prayers will also be with the boys who have such evilness in their hearts to be able to do this.