On the morning of 9-11-01, I was on a business trip in
Albuquerque, New Mexico. I was in my hotel room
preparing to attend training sessions that had been set up for
me that day. When I focused on what was being shown on
the television, I thought to myself what kind of a movie am I
watching at this time of the morning?
It wasn't a movie...
it was real. But it felt like a movie all day. I
was able to catch glimpses of the news during the day while
walking the hallways of the offices in between my training
sessions. I couldn't comprehend what had happened.
I continued to try to focus on the information that was put in
front of me, but I was in a state of shock. As were we
I informed my
employer that I was not comfortable with returning to my home
in Florida at the end of the week by airplane, and we were
able to make arrangements for me to drive home in a rental.
I think that was the longest three days of my life...
driving alone... in unfamiliar territory... and not knowing
what was happening in the world. The few radio stations
that I could pick up, gave brief news reports of things
happening at airports and train stations. I worried
about the safety of my family and I know that they were all
very worried about me.
I probably spent most
of that week in tears. My heart ached for all those
families who had lost loved ones and those who were still
searching for loved ones. I prayed that they would be
given the strength and the courage to face whatever came,
including their worst fears. I prayed for my country,
the USA, and it's leaders, knowing that there would be some
tough decisions made in the future.
Our lives, as a
nation, would never be the same again.
I am proud to be an
American. I am proud of my Country. I am proud of
my fellow citizens. I am proud of our military. No matter what political battles are
raging, we are united in the tragedy of our part of the world,
and that day... 9/11/01... will never be