I remember 10 years ago on September 11th like it was yesterday. I was a new husband, new father, and college student.
When my alarm clock sounded, there was no humorous banter by the radio hosts. There was no goofy song or parody. Instead, the voices that usually enabled us to wake up laughing were eerily serious. They claimed that a plane had flown into one of the two World Trade Towers.
It sounded like a bad joke.
I wish it had been.
When we realized that this “bit” wasn’t going to end, we ran to the living room in our 2 bedroom apartment in married student housing at East Texas Baptist University and turned on the television. The building was on fire.
I remember hearing my wife’s gasp.
And within 10 seconds of turning on the television, the second plane hit the other tower.
Stunned, my wife rushed to the nursery and picked our six-week old son (who’s now in 4th grade) out of his crib and placed him in my arms.
And there I stood, next to my wife in front of our television, holding our six-week old baby, wondering what kind of world he would grow up in.
And that’s the image that comes to mind when I remember September 11th.
What image do you think of when you remember September 11th?
image via flickr: hankplank