On 9/11 I had taken my son (then 11 months) to daycare and myself to work. I was in my father’s office when I heard the news from his assistant. I was worried, but I had no idea how grave the situation was until later.
I went on to work and turned on the radio, where I heard the horrible news. I immediately called my mother, who is a high school counselor. It’s almost funny…I’m 21 years old and a mother myself and one of my first thoughts was “I want my mom.” I then called close friends and relatives who all lived in major cities like Chicago and Charlotte, NC.
When I left work, I raced to my son’s daycare. All I wanted to do was hold him. I just kept thinking to myself, “What kind of world have I brought my son into?”
The world is a fickle place, but America is not. Something goes wrong, we fix it. We have our pride, our strength, our unity as a people.
I want more than anything to tell everyone in our military and government who is fighting this hard fight, “thank you.” Thank you for making this world a better, safer place for my son.
My heart and prayers go out to everyone who was affected, in any way, by this tragedy.
God bless this country and its people!