I was a sophomore with a baby so I couldn’t ride the bus to school. I had to wait on my dad to get off his night shift job to take us. In the car we heard on the radio that a plane had hit the WTC. While my dad was explaining to me exactly what the World Trade Center was, the radio dj started yelling “another plane hit the other tower! Omg! Omg!”
We were pretty much silent the rest of the ride into school. Every class that day had the news on the TV. I don’t remember doing any work. When I got home, I stood in front of the TV holding my baby and crippled with fear for my country and cried and prayed. And cried and prayed. I’ll never forget and continue to pray for those affected. I’ll never forget that those we trusted were the very ones that created this mess and worked with the enemy to make this happen. May God have mercy on us.