I was shopping with little Jordie after dropping Taylor off at school...our usual routine:-) We were at one of my favorite little shops called "My Paris Apartment". I was holding a hand painted sign that read "La vie est belle" which means basically "life is beautiful" and debating whether or not to buy it for Taylor's bedroom. It was so sweet and pretty but did I really need it?
My phone rang and it was my friend Belinda asking me if I was watching the TV. I told her no, I was out shopping. She told me what had happened and that I should go home right away and turn on the news. I kept saying "What do you mean a plane crashed into the Twin Towers?" She kept saying it wasn't an accident. What???? I just couldn't believe what she was saying.
I knew I needed to get right home but then I looked down at that little sign in my hands and knew that on a day that was sure to be filled with tragic news, I was meant to buy this sign reminding me that there is beauty in life after all. I paid for the sign and got home as soon as possible. (To this day, it hangs in Taylor's room and I will keep it always.) I turned the TV on just in time to see the first tower crumbling down. I was stunned...it was such a surreal moment. I remember thinking that it couldn't really be happening. I think the rest of the day, I sat glued to the TV like everyone else, tears pouring down my face and praying for all of those people and their families.
This is not and never will be a blog about politics but I personally felt very reassured by the words President Bush spoke during this time.
A few years later, we had new neighbors move in next door. I will never have neighbors as wonderful as them for the rest of my life, I'm sure of that. I knew that Jim was kind of nervous about things, such as preparing for hurricanes. He boarded up and got his family out of town before waiting to see if it was even going to hit. I knew he would never fly on an airplane and that he went to mass before work every single morning without fail. I later found out that Jim worked in the WTC and was late that day because he missed his train. He never again took another day for granted.
What about you? Where were you and what were you doing on Sept. 11th?