Remembering 9/11

I was in the classroom.  The students were at recess.  Someone came into the room and said the World Trade Center had been hit by a plane.  Panic began to course through my veins, unsure of what exactly this meant.  As the room began to fill with the hustle and bustle of third graders, my co-teacher stepped out to go check the coverage in the library.  I started timed tests.  She came back and I headed to the library.  Shock, fear, uncertainty, prayers, tears, ....   I am sure I had probably called Scott.  We couldn't wait until lunch so we could have some down time and further watch the coverage.  Several of us were crowded into the library work room.  I remember even more vividly just trying to make it through the day and while driving home just feeling pure fear, concerned terrorists were overtaking the entire country and wondering about the safety of everyone I loved.  Scott was on 2nd shift and I did not want to be home alone.  I was horrified at the thought!  I called all the friends I knew and invited them over to have pizza and just be together.  Thank the Lord for their companionship that evening.