9/11

I was 20 years old, and driving to USF when I heard on the radio that 2 planes hit the twin towers. It was the day after Nelson and I said, "I love you", for the first time. Boy, did I need that love, safety and security. I felt like there was such a fear in the air, and there was. I drove to my class not knowing really what was going on. The girls in my Early Childhood program tried to convince our teacher to let us go home. Some of the girls had family in NY and desperately wanted to get ahold of loved ones. I had called my Mom who had talked to my Dad who was safe in Tallahassee for work. Though, we didn't know if more attacks were coming and how safe we all were. When our professor finally realized they were canceling all classes at USF she let us leave. I drove to my apartment and Sara and I were just in complete shock. A little bit later Nelson and Brent came over on their way home. Such an emotional day.

Today, we went to church and prayed for everyone affected on 9/11. This was the first year my almost six year old girls were wondering why it was important to wear red, white and blue, and what they were talking about at church. What happened 10 years ago? I explained to them that there were bad guys that flew planes into buildings and a lot of people were hurt. I told them it's important to remember what happened and to pray for everyone. I tried my best to keep it simple, and not scare them. Brianna asked me if there were good people on the plane too, and I said yes. The look as you could tell the wheels were turning and she realized a bad man got on an airplane with good people and made them go into a building was heartbreaking. I wish I could always protect them from everything. I wish I could keep them naive. I wish I could make everything rainbows and sunshine. However, it's not. I am teaching them to be the good in this world though, and that feels good.