i was hidden away in a classroom, knee deep in friends, the alphabet, and coloring pages. at least, that's what i remember. i wonder what it was like for the teachers? the teachers who had to be with their students. they knew something was wrong, they just couldn't leave, or for that matter, even turn on the t.v. couldn't scare their first and second and third grade children. how did they have the patience? how did any one have the patience?
it's something i wish i could remember. something, though so terrible, was so special for our nation. changed so many things. and i was just a child. one of the thousands on that day, who is grown up. old enough to understand. old enough to comprehend what an impact it had on so many.
thank you to those who rescued, fought, worked, and protected. thank you to those who donated, cared, and loved.
may those who lost be comforted, may they remember, and even, try to understand.