Philadelphia. I was at work. What we heard was what people told us who heard in their cars. I couldn’t concentrate on my work.
I informed our VP, former military woman, that our nation was attacked. I couldn’t understand how my co-workers could continue to work, discussing business as usual! They knew what happened, but there was no access to TV, and very few had radios, reception was terrible in the building. The internet wasn’t working. I asked to go home. Went to church as soon as i could get there. I was one of the first ones there. People came in until the whole place was filled, praying quietly, somberly in small groups. Stories emerged from people in the congregation of connections to people who worked in the buildings two hours away, missing then, but were reported safe later.
In the following weeks, I was privileged to visit the site of Ground Zero with the Franklin Graham ministry Samaritan’s Purse on four different weekends to be a listening ear and support the people of New York as they told me their stories. I’ll never forget them. My life was forever changed.