It all started September 09, 2001 living in Wichita, KS. My heart had been ripped out by the love of my life at the time, engaged and getting ready to walk down the isle. Heart broken I only found help from my family. My mother came up to see me from Texas while my father stayed home. September 11, still hurt and sore I go to my first class of the day at Wichita State University. Half of the class was missing…I had no clue but deep inside my stomach was turning. It was 730am central time by the time I left and headed back to my apartment. I was on I-235 when one of the planes had struck the Towers. Full of fear and tears, I put my foot on the gas to get home to my mother who was trying hard to get a hold of my father. On the other end my father trying hard to reach his mother in NYC who only lives a few blocks from the WTC site. My mind was now focused on both my loss and the loss of many others. It took all day for us to get a hold of my Nona and the rest of our family in the NYC area! All of them alive and well today. The only way we lived through that day was know we were a “Family.” The other people who lost their loved ones were (and I hope) able to find their support and family through those that were near.
That day changed us all, made us stronger both mentally and emotionally. America became one big family that day!
We will grow and grow up to only be able to face our fears that come on us head on.