It was just before I was going to get up for college when my dad came into my room and told me what had happened. I flew out of bed to see what I didn’t want to be true. The second plane had just hit the World Trade Center. As I sat in my living room I was in disbelief. Soon there after another plane crashed, then another. I was thinking my Lord what is happening! I had to leave my house to drive to my college and on my way I listened to the radio. You could hear the fear in the voice of the radio personalities.
All they could say is to pray and hold your families close. As I looked to the sky I could see jets turn around to go back to the nearest airport. On my college campus students were crying and others were staying close to their friends. And students who didn’t know each other talked like old friends. The feeling was anger, shock and dismay. One thing I did notice in all of this, it was the American pride that poured out from each one of us. I noticed people, religious or not, stopped and called on God. Students skipped class to pray around the American flag. Through all the pain and tears I knew I had to put my trust in Jesus. Jesus is the only one who can mend our broken hearts. He loved us enough to die for us on a cross, shouldn’t we love him enough to put our trust in him?