September 11, 2001
The day started out just like any other day. I was going to school to get my Master's Degree in Biblical Counseling at Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary. It was my first semester and I was excited to get started. You see, my precious mother passed away on August 10, 2001 after a two week stay in the hospital due to a busted aneurysm. Going to school was my way of staying busy. My Dad had said I didn't have to go straight to school if I needed some more time. Thanks, Dad but I needed to stay busy.
That morning I had already attended my first morning class and I was skipping chapel (whoops) so I could have lunch with my brother (also in school for his Ph.D) at a little cafe called The Corner. They had great chili and it was cheap...just what a poor student needs. I was ordering my chili when I heard the lady who ran the place say to another worker, "Did you a hear a plane hit the World Trade Center?" My brother looked at me and said, "Yeah, did you hear that?" I replied with a no. I assumed a small plane had clipped a corner of the buildings and I enjoyed eating my chili with cheese and sour cream. Yum!
After lunch, I said goodbye to my brother and left for my next class. I could tell something wasn't right on campus but I obviously didn't know why. I walked on as usual. I entered the building where all my classes were and the "something wrong" was even more evident. There were other students milling around with distressed looks on their faces and several students were crowded around a TV. I "politely" pushed my way to the TV and watched all the mayhem. I saw all the smoke and fire coming out of the buildings. I heard the confusion and theories coming from the reporters mouth but I kept thinking about how many people those buildings can hold. And then...I watched the first tower collapse...on Live TV. The reporter was frantic and yet, he kept his cool the best he could. I heard that the towers could hold upwards to 50,000 people. Aaaaahhhh!
I continued on to class not knowing what else to do. Everyone was obviously, and rightfully so, distracted. My professor walked in looking pretty frantic too. He explained that a friend of his was flying out today and he thought could be on one of those planes. He was waiting for a phone call. Needless to say, class was cancelled. I went outside and called Chris. He didn't want to talk about it because it just made him want to throw up. I called the rest of my family and I was comforted by their voices. My Dad said he had watched the plane hit the second tower on TV.
I had to attend one class because it was only once a week and my professor said he couldn't afford to cancel class. We all made it only half way through and my notes were only scribblings. I went home and watched the news. I was a complete zombie in complete shock. I remember thinking that my Mom was the lucky one. She was in heaven with Jesus and didn't have to experience all this junk. I missed her and I wanted to go home. I did the next best thing and went to my sister's house and stayed there for awhile. I called a friend who's husband worked night shift. She didn't want to be alone, so we went to a coffee shop and attempted to study.
I finally went to bed still feeling like a deer in the headlights. I had been hit over the head with a sledgehammer. I woke the next day and attempted to get my life back to normal....like everyone else....but we all know that our lives will never be like they were before September 11, 2001.
That morning I had already attended my first morning class and I was skipping chapel (whoops) so I could have lunch with my brother (also in school for his Ph.D) at a little cafe called The Corner. They had great chili and it was cheap...just what a poor student needs. I was ordering my chili when I heard the lady who ran the place say to another worker, "Did you a hear a plane hit the World Trade Center?" My brother looked at me and said, "Yeah, did you hear that?" I replied with a no. I assumed a small plane had clipped a corner of the buildings and I enjoyed eating my chili with cheese and sour cream. Yum!
After lunch, I said goodbye to my brother and left for my next class. I could tell something wasn't right on campus but I obviously didn't know why. I walked on as usual. I entered the building where all my classes were and the "something wrong" was even more evident. There were other students milling around with distressed looks on their faces and several students were crowded around a TV. I "politely" pushed my way to the TV and watched all the mayhem. I saw all the smoke and fire coming out of the buildings. I heard the confusion and theories coming from the reporters mouth but I kept thinking about how many people those buildings can hold. And then...I watched the first tower collapse...on Live TV. The reporter was frantic and yet, he kept his cool the best he could. I heard that the towers could hold upwards to 50,000 people. Aaaaahhhh!
I continued on to class not knowing what else to do. Everyone was obviously, and rightfully so, distracted. My professor walked in looking pretty frantic too. He explained that a friend of his was flying out today and he thought could be on one of those planes. He was waiting for a phone call. Needless to say, class was cancelled. I went outside and called Chris. He didn't want to talk about it because it just made him want to throw up. I called the rest of my family and I was comforted by their voices. My Dad said he had watched the plane hit the second tower on TV.
I had to attend one class because it was only once a week and my professor said he couldn't afford to cancel class. We all made it only half way through and my notes were only scribblings. I went home and watched the news. I was a complete zombie in complete shock. I remember thinking that my Mom was the lucky one. She was in heaven with Jesus and didn't have to experience all this junk. I missed her and I wanted to go home. I did the next best thing and went to my sister's house and stayed there for awhile. I called a friend who's husband worked night shift. She didn't want to be alone, so we went to a coffee shop and attempted to study.
I finally went to bed still feeling like a deer in the headlights. I had been hit over the head with a sledgehammer. I woke the next day and attempted to get my life back to normal....like everyone else....but we all know that our lives will never be like they were before September 11, 2001.
DON'T FORGET!!
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