Haley and I were on our way to chapel. We sat in the auditorium joking around like always. We were sitting in the back on the left, the last two seats. Then Eric came out and said "The World Trade Center has just been hit by a plane." We sat disoriented and in disbelief thinking that it was some cruel joke. And soon thought nothing of it as the speaker rose and began to talk. A few minutes later he returned to tell us that the Pentagon had just been hit. Then realization began its slap in the face as we began to realize that there was no joke. I remember hearing gasps and sniffles as we prayed. Then Haley and I made our way back to our dorm. Everything was eerily silent as we walked across campus. No one was saying a word, there were no birds chirping or planes flying over. Or perhaps my head just tuned everything out. We walked into our room turned on the TV and sat shoulder to shoulder and watched as the towers fell. We wondered what would happen next. Would people that we loved be off to war. We called the ones we loved seeking guidance, "should I come home?" "are we in danger?" And yet we still couldn't tear ourselves away from the television...That's where I was 4 years ago.
Sunday, September 11, 2005 | 1:12 PM | LINK |