Thursday, September 11, 2008
Today marks the 7th anniversary of what we know as 9-11. I could never actually write down all of the feelings that this day brings. I just wanted to remember a few things that came up today.
I was at work 9-11-01 when Tina called to tell me what happened. She knows that us teacher folk are in a little shell during the day, not exposed to t.v.'s radio, etc. Thank you Tina.
My class was about to go to P.E., so I was anxious to turn on the television and be updated. I told some friends at work (one of whom emailed me today to say that I will always have a place in her memory of this day because I was the first to tell her the news), worried about people I knew, people I didn't know.
I remember driving home that day--numb. I think we all were. Everything seemed different, still.
My classroom of children this year weren't even born when 9-11 happened.
As I was driving down MoPac today, I saw an beautiful, enormous American flag flying at half mast. It hit me hard at that point. In my shell here, at work today with 6 year olds, I felt removed. That flag brought me back to the reality of this day.
God Bless America!
God Bless Our Troops!