Eight years ago today our country was attacked. Lives lost. Chaos.Where were you?
I was baby-sitting my oldest daughter's best friend, and my husband interrupted a normal day of play with a shaky phone call.
He said a plane hit one of the Twin Towers.
I said that was crazy.
I meant impossible. But when I turned on the TV, I saw it was possible. It was still crazy.
I sat in front of our TV on a scratchy rug, numb as I watched the second plane hit and both towers crumble.
I stayed there for a week.
Then and now I couldn't comprehend why it happened. Or what would happen next.
I just knew my world had changed forever.
For a short time, the world changed for good. People from all over the globe held vigils by candlelight. Leaders expressed sympathy. Heroes emerged from twisted metal and police cars and fire trucks.
They showed us what the American spirit looked like in the 21st century. Our nation came together and sang God Bless America on the Capitol steps.
It was beautiful.
So where were you? What do you remember?
