911

Everyone remembers where they were that day.  I was at Katie's middle school counting money from our fund raiser when the news shot across the television.  We all stopped and just stared.  And there in front of us live, was the second plane heading into the tower.  Mouths open we watched like we did as kids at the Saturday morning monster movies at the movie theater,  riveted in horror, unable to comprehend what was on the screen.  One of the teachers wandered in, in tears.  Her cousin worked at the WTC.  She was in shock.  Non-functioning.  Slowly throughout the next several days and weeks, the enormity of the event sunk in and along with it the feelings of helplessness, violation, fear and finally born from the ashes, strength.  God bless us all and help us to use that strength to find peace in this world.

911, is also, she said in a tiny voice, ripe with guilt, my birthday.  More on that tomorrow.