Do You Remember

where you were 10 years ago today?  9/11/2001.  I do.  I remember driving my son to his job and listening to the radio.  It was a gorgeous day here in Phoenix, blue clear skies, the summer heat having broken.  I remember the DJ coming on and saying a plane had flown in to World Trade Center.  They didn't know what it was but they thought it was a small plane.  By the time I got home, the second plane had gone into the tower and I knew then that it was no accident.  I turned the TV on and began watching the coverage.  It seemed so surreal.  Dave was actually scheduled to go on a business trip to Washington that day.  I couldn't convince him that this was not a good idea but he was determined to go.  He would not allow the terrorists to win.  Fortunately he never made it to the airport since the planes had been grounded.  I remember the horror of watching the towers fall.  I remember seeing the devastation at the Pentagon.  And I remember later feeling the pride that flight 93 fought back and won the first battle of the new war.  Even today, 10 years later, it's hard to remember without tears streaming down my face.  No, I didn't know anyone personally who perished that day.  But I feel like they are all my brothers and sisters.  We never know what life has in store for us.  So today, I'm gonna hug Dave a little harder and love my family a whole lot more and thank God for all He's blessed me with.