Where were you?

I was in our small apartment in Provo, rushing around and getting ready for the day. Thunder called home from work and told me to turn on the TV- a plane had crashed into a building in NYC. Now, those of you who know Thunder well, know that he likes to play jokes and sometimes makes things up. Silly me, I didn't believe him at first! I finally was persuaded to turn it on, and then I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was mesmerized by the scenes; once the second plane crashed into the other building, then all the rumors started flying... but it was still hard to believe that it couldn't be some sort of bizarre accident. I remember feeling a strange, anxious energy that whole day. I went to Physiology class at BYU, and everyone had a jittery, nervous look as they tried to concentrate. Finally, our class was let out early and I was glued to the TV for the rest of the day, both shocked and horrified. Thunder and I hugged a little longer that night.



Today I was trying to explain the significance of this day to my kids, and I found a reverent video on the internet that I felt was appropriate for them to watch. Today I have felt a profound sorrow listening again to the personal stories, and also deep gratitude for my and my family's safety and liberty.