Thursday, September 11, 2008
Where were you?
Seven years ago today I was in my dorm room on the campus of Illinois State University. I was getting ready to go do childcare for a mom's group at a local church. I actually didn't have the TV on that morning, but as I was walking through the dorm lounges, I saw people glued to the television. There was an eerie silence as people watched the footage of what was taking place. I tried to piece together what I could from what I caught. As I arrived at the mom's group, more pieces fell together as they started a prayer vigil. At that time, there was still so little that was known. As the day progressed, a lot of classes were cancelled, or they opted to just allow students to watch the footage of what was happening. It seemed a bit surreal. There seemed to be a camraderie of sorts bonded through the whole campus. Nobody was really immune to what was happening. Thus forging a common bond as people gathered together to watch the events, that rocked the nation, unfold. I think everyone was really panicked about the possible outcomes. There were so many prayer vigils happening everywhere. I don't think my feelings really went beyond shock and horror that day. As the days progressed, I felt more. There was a guy in one of my classes who had lost his brother. It seemed that the tentacles of this horrendous event reached everywhere. I'm too young to remember Pearl Harbor or many of the other momentous events in history...but I DO remember the morning of 9/11 very clearly. Where were you the morning of 9/11?