Six years ago, I was sitting in Camden County College in my public speaking class. A chronically late classmate entered, saying that a plane had flown into the WTC in NYC. I rolled my eyes, thinking he was, once again, being dramatic. Obviously, a pilot made a grave mistake. But then he added that a second plane flew into the other building. I went numb, but continued on with my day.
Classes were cancelled for the rest of the day. I couldn’t comprehend why, as Blackwood, NJ surely wouldn’t be a terrorist target. I just wanted my life to continue on as normal.
I arrived home to watch the towers fall. I feel to my knees. One of my youth kids, one of my friends had just gone off to school next to NYC. Was she in the city? Was she alive?
I will never forget the crisp, blue sky with fluffy, cumulus clouds. I will never forget the loud roar of the fighter jets overhead. I will never forget the silence of the following days with no air traffic overhead. I will never forget the fear of hearing the first planes overhead. I will never forget the thousands of people who died on that day. I will never forget the sound of Todd Beamer’s voice on that 911 call.
I will never stop praying for the families who lost loved ones on that day. I will never stop praying for the salvation of Osama bin Laden and his friends who are so hell bent on killing us and destroying the US. The Bible says to pray for your enemies. Who am I to not do what God has commanded me to do?