Remembering

Hey you guys, I know I've told you that I enjoying reading blogs. Today a lot of my favorites are remembering 9-11. One I just read was sharing what she was doing that day. It made think, I wonder what the Hartman families were doing that day. So, I'm going to share "where I was when the world stopped turning...." (thanks Alan Jackson)

I was working as a part-time secretary at our church, and I was the only one in the building that day (something that rarely happens). I had the radio on, listening to a local country music station. They interrupted the program to say that a plane had just crashed into one of the world trade center buildings. In my head I imagined a small private plane and was thinking maybe the pilot had gotten sick, heart attack or something like that.

I continued working and not much later you know what happened. Now I was stunned, shocked and suddenly I had a thought I'd never had before in my life - "we are under attack." We - the United States. I called Dave - he was at work and had gone into the conference room at his work where they had a television and had seen the second plane fly into the other tower. We were on the phone with each other - but not saying anything - just needed to be aware of each other's presence. I wondered about Rachel at school. I was anxious for the work day to be over and be at home with my own little family. That evening we watched hours of coverage and just prayed and held onto each other.

Just typing this gives me such a sense of heaviness, sadness, I want to cry and mourn for all those lost.

Tell me where you were......