Where were you?

I was 13 years old and late for first period at my new high school running around in panic at the thought of getting my first detention and brushing off my dad when he yelled for me to sit down and watch what was happening on the television. I didn't understand it and just wanted to get going to school.

When I got to class that morning we just all sat and watched the coverage. In every single class that day, and that week, all we did was watch the television. I still was too young to really wrap my head around it but I knew it was bad and that people died. Innocent, American men, women and children.

Now that I am able to really understand what went on that day, my heart aches. It breaks my heart thinking of the unbelievable fear that our people felt that morning and all the people who lost their lives, gave up their lives trying to save other people and the families who are now missing a loved one. I will never understand how there can be such evil in this world. I hope that everyone takes a moment today to remember how you felt that morning and to remember what life is really about. What really matters when life is stripped down.

Remembering all the beautiful people who were lost and injured on that day, all the heros who fought to save them, the families who lost a loved one, and the troops who continue to protect us. I am so proud to be an American and be blessed to call such a strong, resilient, beautiful and loving place my home. May God Bless America.

 never forget.


  1. On September 10th about 10pm, I flew from Washington DC to San Antonio. I got in a bit after midnight, went home, and went to sleep, and then I woke up turned the news on and BAM. Everything changed.

  2. What a beautiful post. I think it's one of those moments we'll always remember. What a chilling day.

    P.S. On a lighter note, I just found your blog, and it's so cute. I'm your newest follower!




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