I remember very well exactly where I was and I what I was doing on that horrific day of 9-11-2001. Our twins were 13 months old and I had been up all night with both of them. My husband was out of town across the country on business. I turned on the morning news and there it was the beautiful skyline of NYC, the city that held my heart. One tower was spewing smoke and in horror I wasn't prepared for the what came next as I witnessed the next plane crash into the second tower. I tried to scream but the mommy in me wouldn't let out a sound because the twins were sleeping. Tears streamed down my face as I became glued to the face of the television, standing there frozen. I needed to find my husband and prayed he was not on an airplane. He like many others were turned away at the airport in Ohio so he rented a car and drove across the country until he made it home the next day. As more and more details unfolded on that devastating day we learned that one of our fellow twin mommies in our club lost her husband on Flight 93, Tom Burnett. I remember going to church to pray and there was standing room only as the community poured into churches everywhere united together to seek the grace of God to comfort, protect, guide and heal our nation and our hearts. As the Pastor told us to take the hand of the person next to us, I glanced up to see who's hand I was holding, it was Brent Jones the former San Francisco 49er Football Player. Words could not express what I felt as I listened to words of the Pastor pray for our country and for the families that had lost their loved ones.
Even in the midst of darkness you can see love. We had many hero's that day that saved the lives of so many others. We rallied as a nation to stand next to each other and help our neighbors. We will not forget.
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