Where were you when the world stopped turning?

Alan Jackson asked us almost ten years ago.  Now I’m asking you.

This week, for obvious reasons, is going to bring back a whole range of memories and emotions. 9/11 has been the seminal event of my lifetime. Close to 3000 people lost their live in one morning.

Where was I? I was actually in a small public library when I heard that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center. Figured in was a Cessna or a Piper. Then it got hit again. I immediately went home and turned on the TV and began to see the carnage. It has haunted me still.

I ran up to my son’s school and picked him up from his kindergarten class as pretty much every parent was doing across America.

I lived in Alexandria, VA about 3.5 miles from the Pentagon. The smell of smoke and char lasted for weeks.

The memories of all of this still inspire hate in me. Hate that I don’t regret and hate that I don’t think is unhealthful.

I’ll probably try to make more posts on this issue throughout this week. But in the meantime, where were you when the world stopped turning?