The day OUR world changed...
I had just walked into work and my mom came up to me and asked if I had heard about the planes. We turned on the radio and I started watching all the news stations on the internet. My heart shattered into a million pieces. It was unimaginable and terrifying that someone would do this to innocent people. At the same time I was mad. I was mad that someone ended so many lives and tried to destroy America's heart. As Americans we all know that didn't happen.
Our company gave us the option to leave. I left as quickly as possible and picked up Ry at the babysitters. I remember sitting in the living room , holding him, and just crying. I was blessed that my family was safe, but at the same time hundred's of other families were mourning. It is still hard to process to this day.
Also, don't forget the brave men and women who risked their own lives for others. Don't just remember them on this day. Remember them every day. Remember the ones that serve and protect you!!!
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You were the first person to tell me what was going on. I'll never forget you walking into my office and telling me to to turn on the radio.
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