I remember listening to the news while I was getting ready for work. I stopped to watch the video clip of the first plane crash. I just thought that it was a terrible accident and felt sorry for the families involved. On my way to work, I heard about the second crash. I turned on the TV we had at work to see if we could hear more about it.
Two other people were at work when I got there and I remember typing when the news started talking about the Pentagon being hit by a plane. I remember looking over at my co-worker and asking her, "What's going on?"
*No planes allowed to fly.
*Standing in the parking lot, at work, with my husband. Looking up because the military jets were flying overhead after no planes in the skies. They were patrolling. We watched them in silence until we couldn't see them anymore.
*My husband making plans to meet his brothers at one of the brothers AZ property if events started to play out in our local area. My husband actually making survival plans for our family in case this was a war or something of that level.
*Watching my easy going husband turn into this protective family man. Much stress going on in him as he figured out the best for us in case of an emergency. Me trying to balance that with trusting God to care for our needs.
*I couldn't stop watching the news. The photos haunted, amazed & lured me even though it was the same thing over and over and over. My husband not wanting to see it anymore. I'm still drawn to them. http://www.therealmstudios.com/
*Crying as we learned of the families that lost loved ones.
*American flags everywhere. Not so much anymore.
*I bought a magazine, full of pictures, so I could have a visual reminder. I still have it. I also kept the front page of the newspaper.