Where Were You?

9/11.
Like the day JFK was shot, or when Pearl Harbor was bombed, everyone will remember where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news.
I was in college.
It was 5:45am when my roommate's dad called to tell us of the news. He was military.
As the 5 of us sat in our living room in our pj's watching in horror, we cried.
We hugged each other.
We prayed.

We went to class as normal, because classes were not canceled. In my Chemistry class was a friend who's family worked in the towers. She had not been able to get a hold of them. She didn't know if they were safe. She didn't know if they were alive.
(They were.)

Those poor families who lost their loved ones, especially the pregnant mothers who lost their husbands. The children that never knew the fathers they had, who were so brave and gave up their lives to save others. Both in the planes, and on the ground alike.

On this day, I am grateful for freedom.
I am grateful for sacrifice.
I am grateful for safety.
I am grateful for faith.

I am also grateful for remembrance - may we never forget what happened on that day.