The day our country was forever changed.
Where were you when time stood still? 💔
I was a sophomore in HS and had been at a Plea for Peace concert the night before. Ironic, right?
I headed to school that morning exhausted and not wanting to be there. My heart was heavy because my dad was flying that morning for a business trip, on his birthday…
Around 8:30 I headed to the dean’s office to request to go home. I couldn’t get out of my funk. I sat in the chairs outside the dean’s office waiting to call my mom to pick me up when the news broke. I remember at first we thought it had been an accident… surely no one suspected terrorists initially?
The rest was a blur. Realization set in. It was intentional. It was terrorists. And yet all I could think of is… IS MY DAD OK? Was he on one of those hijacked planes? Did I lose him? I felt sick to my stomach. Cell phones weren’t working. It felt like chaos around me. Crying, confusion, stunned silence.
But then, just like that, by the grace of God I became one of the lucky ones.
I saw my dad entering in through the double doors at the west end of my high school and I saw him walking towards me. I got up and ran to him. Tears basically all over my face. Never in my life had I felt such elated joy. He held me and said “I didn’t fly today Jenn, I’m ok.” My heart was broken for all of the people who had lost their loved ones in those hours prior, but I had my Daddy, and he was safe.
It has been 17 years but it feels as raw and fresh as it did when it happened. We lost so many, and for what? It was a senseless act full of hate.
BUT, what DID it do? It banded us together. It reminded us of our sense of pride of being an American. It gave us a renewed sense of respect and gratitude for our police, for our firefighters and for our military. It reminded us WE ARE PROUD TO BE AMERICANS. And today more than ever, we need to remember that. 🇺🇸 #neverforget
✨ And Happy Birthday Daddy, I love you. ✨