A beautiful Tuesday morning.
A typical day like any other.
Off to work to prepare to playgroup.
A phone call from my honey who was home from work because she was pulling 2nd shifts all week.
A small commuter plane got lost or misdirected and crashed into the World Trade Center.
Wow… Must be foggy in NYC.
Went back to setting up for playgroup. Families would be arriving soon.
Family 1 arrived.
“Did you hear about the World Trade Center?”
More families arrived.
Talk of terrorism?
An eerie hush falls over the group. Parents look frightened. Children play on.
Group ends early. Parents are too concerned.
Into the Staff Lounge where most of the staff are gathered around the TV.
Smoke rolls out of the World Trade Center. Airplane #2 has hit the 2nd tower.
Before my eyes the first tower comes crashing to the ground.
I don’t know anyone there. My heart sinks to my stomach. I feel the urge to go home and be with the people I love.
A nation came together out of tragedy. Concern was felt for all who lost loved ones, no matter the race, religion, ethnicity.
Hug those you love – you’ll never know when their time or your time will come to leave this earth.
Share love with others. Cherish those who lost their lives on this tragic day.
God Bless (whomever God may be to you).