The morning of September 11, 2001 will forever be ingrained in my mind. Two years prior, I had broken up with a guy who was first, a great friend, and then, a not-so-great boyfriend. We had dated over 9 months, and I was pretty sure we would get married. We decided to “take time off” and never got back together. As God would have it, I was later able to see what an incredible grace this was, as we were not good as a couple at ALL.
However, I did miss his friendship, but he continued to be a fairly big jerk to me post break-up. A roommate of mine at the time who also knew him pretty well was doing her best to cheer me up that morning. When I arrived at my spot for breakfast, there was a big note declaring September 11, 2001 “Independence Day.” Independence from trying to be his friend anymore, worrying myself about his reactions at all, etc.
We skipped off to our first class together in the music building, shouting all the way, “It’s Independence Day!”
How horrible that must have looked to anyone who had any concept of what was taking place in New York City that morning. Were we terrorists? Were we insane?
When we arrived at class, we were greeted with somber faces. A TV was playing in the corner of the room. We couldn’t believe our eyes. Class was dismissed, as no one could focus on anything but the news. We spent the rest of the day at home, watching with horror as the day unfolded.
May God continue to grant our country protection from further attacks, and may He continue to give peace to the families of those who were killed in the attacks on Sept. 11, 2001.