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2002-09-12

I can remember it as if it were yesterday, the intersection I was at, the utter suprise the dj on the radio displayed,the second plane had hit. That's when I first heard of it.The United States was under attack and I was alone in my car with just the dj and God. I stopped to call my parents and husband. They were aware of the situation.
When I met the students none of the teachers or employees at the museum knew. The whole tour was unnerving for the adults, we didn't tell the 5th graders, they just thought there had been a plane crash. I was so thankful to be with my only child. I found solace, I know so many parents were rushing to get their children all over the US. After the tour I let her proceed on to school and I went to work.
We attempted to work, but we were all so stunned not much progress was made. Between the tv's, radios and numb conversation, it was so surreal. I never got over it as long as I was working there. Now, in retrospect, I realize that I went through a state of depression.
I cried after the moment of silence at 7:44
Sept. 11,2002. I was practically sobbing by the time I got to work. No I lost no one, I knew not one of those who perished, but through the media I learned of their stories. The horrible loss of all those innocent victims. And the ignorance of those who murdered them, all for what?
Terrorists are obviously not aware of the Book of Job or the story of Jabez. Adversity is the foundation for success and power. They can destroy our icons, upset our goverment, but they can never take our freedom from us. They think they can put obstacles in front of us, but we only see them as a challenge. We bear our scars with much pride, our scars fade, but are never forgotten.