September is almost over and Daniel and I are enjoying a leisurely Sunday afternoon watching a special about the attacks on 9/11 on the National Geographic Channel.
This year I cried on anniversary of this day. I was preparing a lesson about the day for my advisory class which consists of freshman. That means these children were only about 1-2 years old when this historical event took place. I listened to Alan Jackson's "Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning" over and over. When the students arrived I showed a slideshow of pictures and played this song for my class. The students began to talk and become disrespectful. After they left, I cried. I guess it is nice they don't have to know that type of heartache, hopefully. Yet I also got so angry.
Students today act like it is literally painful to say the pledge. I have to pass out detentions because they won't be quiet during the moment of silence. When did these kids become all about themselves?
Then Grant comes home with a knowledge about September 11 and had a patriotic picture he colored for me. I smiled. My children will not be one of those who don't feel the need to use the moment of silence or pledge their allegiance to our country.
They will also hear about 'where I was' when the event happened, just as I heard from my parents where they were when JFK was assassinated.
I was starting my sophomore year in college and living in the dorm. The week before, I was talking to people about things happening in the world and I realized I knew nothing. That week is when I started watching CNN while I was getting ready for my classes. I had just turned it on when they were showing that something had hit one of the towers. I watched it live as the second plane hit the second tower.
It was dead silent on campus. My professors didn't teach that day, they decided to talk about how this made us feel and what changes may be to come. I walked into the student union where there was a large TV. The room was packed like sardines and was dead quiet.
Email was the primary means of digital communication that day, no social networking. I would get 'forwards' daily on conspiracies and pictures. I kept this one because it was my favorite.
You know Jesus was there waiting for everyone (except those ones waiting for Allah) through that black smoke on that clear day.
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