The morning of September 11, 2001 my wife walked into the bathroom where I was getting ready for the day, tears in her eyes, she said “someone just flew a plane into the World Trade Center.” What prompted my wife to turn on the TV so early that morning was a phone call from my mother telling her not to let me get on a plane. I was supposed to be in the air that week for a business trip and my wife the following week. I suppose we could all recall where we were when the horror of the second plane hitting the south tower played out on national television before our eyes. Soon after there was word that there was an explosion at the Pentagon which of course turned out to be another plane and happened to be where my wifes oldest sister worked. We waited for what seemed like an eternity for any news of her whereabouts, thank God she was ok.
Another friend of mine made it out from the 57th floor of Tower One (it was right before Christmas before he was able to pen his thoughts of his experience that day). The 57th floor in Tower Two was decimated from the blast and impact of the second airplane filled with our moms, dads, children, friends, and relatives. For the heroes in the air and on the ground that perished on that horrific day and to the families left behind that have coped for 10 years without their loved ones here, we pay special tribute to your memory and the lives you touched.
It was something I’m sure none of us expected to see in our life time let alone believe would happen and even after 10 years, it still hurts to watch the footage of that fateful day. Today and this week, please join me in remembering the innocent lives lost in the horrific events of September 11, 2001. “May God’s face shine upon them and give them peace.”