remembering 9-11

I was 18, a couple weeks into my first semester at Utah State University. I woke up and was beginning my normal routine of getting ready for the day. I turned on the radio and heard the person on the radio say something about what was happening, I went into the living room of my apartment and turned on the Today show just in time to see the second plane hit the 2nd Tower. I was shocked, and called in my roommates. That day was spent on campus watching it all unfold. For the first time in my life I didn't feel safe and was uncertain as to what all this meant. I felt like crying, How could this happen? How could someone have so much hate with in them? I listened intently to President Bush in his speech that he gave a couple days later, feeling a sense of hope for the future, and a new level of patriotism. I still today sing the national anthem differently. This experience also confirmed to me Gods plan for us. I wish I could share the sense of Peace I felt with all those who lost a loved one, that I know God lives and that if we live righteously we will see our loved ones again. I hope to have the privilege one day of meeting, and shaking the hands of those brave first responders, and the brave service men and women that sacrificed so much to defend our freedoms. To say thank you is not enough. Your are my heroes. May God bless you.