Seven years ago, I was at home, incredulously watching video footage of the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and a semmingly random plane in the middle of Pennsylvania, burning. Our world, our world view changed that day. Suddenly, we weren’t separate from terrorism. It had hit us in the heart. Literally.
I had a dream the night before the towers fell of the towers…a dream that woke me out of a sound sleep. It was odd because I was not a New Yorker. I’d driven by the city countless times on my way to Boston, but I had only been to NYC 3 times in my life.
I remember how blue the sky was on that day. I hardly seems just that the day was so beautiful. I remember how quiet the sky was–on that day and on the days to come. I remember how frightening it was to hear a plane rumble overhead for the first time.
I’ve been asked, more times than I can count, how I can justify believing in God when 3,000 people died that day. I can’t answer that question. I have a question, though. How can you deny that there is a God when so many people didn’t go to work that day, were out of the building when they should have been in the building, missed flights that they normally would have been 3 hours early for? You ask me to justify my belief in God for the loss of 3,000 lives. Please justify your lack of belief in God when thousands of people did not die because their gut told them to call out, to get a cup of coffee.
One of my favorite stories from 09/11 is that of United Flight 93. A group of people, who had nothing to lose but everything to gain, fought the armed terrorists. Yes, they all died. However, how many lives were saved? We don’t know. My prayer for my life is that, if I am ever in such a circumstance, I will fight….that I will fight like hell.
My life was changed on 09/11. Normalcy took over more quickly than it should have, but something inside of me changed irrevocably.
Check out the video below. Even if you don’t watch–listen to the words.
Deneen White 
you gave me goosebumps & made me cry…it was a day as beautiful as today. i had just dropped my sweet almost 1 year old off at daycare & when i was finally “allowed” to leave work to go get him…it was only because daycare had called & told me he was the only child left in the building. never before had i felt so helpless. please, bring jimmy home as perfect as he left us! xoxoxo peace be with you, my love! if you’re thirsty after work…thursday is ladies nite at club thompson, i’d love you to join us if you have no plans!!!