I was monitoring study hall and a student (who was a habitual hall walker) asked to go to the library. Fifteen minutes later, he came back to interrupt my quiet class to tell us a plane crashed into a building in NYC.
I remember rolling my eyes at this disruption. I hoped the people in the small private plane, as I assumed it was, were okay and then told him to go back to the library. He came back 10 minutes later to tell us another planet crashed and the plane was big. Now, this was before the time we all had cell phones handy, before the time when teachers and students had computers and the internet at their fingertips.
It wasn’t until the end of class when I went down the hall and started hearing more about the planes.
I spent my planning period in front of the television in the library, as dozens of other teachers and students watched the horrific event unfold.
I remember learning of the TWA plane. My college roommate and dear friend was a flight attendant for TWA and was stationed out of New York.
As the day continued and the news unfolded, I grew more terrified for the hundreds, soon to be thousands, of innocent victims.
My baby was only four months old and I remember crying that night while watching the news, worries for her future. For the safety of our country.
We knew the world would never be the same, and it wasn’t. What it did, though, was being is together in a united front.
I pray we all stop to remember those who lost their lives, those who sacrificed their lives, all the other events and changes to our daily lives.
I pray in our current pandemic we can build a united front to support those who risk their lives for our safety, and for speedy recoveries for those who are sick. And for our children who are losing our on “normal” education, sports, gatherings.
And I pray for those caught in the wildfires, and for those who are risking their lives to put out the deadly flames.
Hug your family, reach out (safely) to others, and be thankful for what you DO have. ❤️