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Remembering 9/11

It’s hard to believe that nine years ago today, hijackers took control of four commercial airliners en route to San Francisco and Los Angeles from Boston,Newark, and Washington, D.C.

American Airlines Flight 11 was crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center at 8:46 a.m EST (7:46 Central).  Within minutes (at 9:03 a.m.), United Airlines Flight 175 struck the South Tower.  American Airlines Flight 77 struck the Pentagon at 9:37 a.m., and then United Airlines Flight 93 crashed at 10:03 a.m. after passengers on board realized it was a suicide hijacking and engaged in a fight with the hijackers.

Four flights hijacked.

Nearly 3000 people died.

102 minutes in American history that will never be forgotten.

Millions of lives changed.

On the morning of the attacks, I was working as an RN in a nursing center.  It was shortly before breakfast, and I was doing the morning medication pass.  As I pushed my medicine cart passed the television room, I heard one of our male patients sharply draw in his breath.  I walked in to make sure he was okay, and my eyes became riveted to the television screen.  I couldn’t move.  As I stood there, I kept thinking, “This can’t be.  This can’t be.”

Emotions were raw within the nursing center.  Co-workers had family members close to the attack zones and I had a friend that had recently moved back to Manhattan.  Several of our patients were American Veterans.  As the news poured from the television screen, little was said, but when commercials came on, the conversation was charged.

The look on one patients face when a news anchor stated that it was believed to be a terrorist attack was heart wrenching.  As a disabled veteran, he had put his life on the line for the country he loved, and now in his last days saw it under attack.

All over America, citizens will pause to remember today.  Many will offer a prayer.  Others will display their American Pride in both dress and decor.  It is my sincere hope that all with act in a manner that shows respect to those who lost their lives and those who lost their loved ones.

At the Ground Zero event the names of every victim who died in the Sept. 11 attacks will be read and the bells will ring.

The Pentagon will be closed for several hours for a private memorial.

Pepperdine University has 2977 Flags representing lives lost in attacks.

Other tributes will dot the landscape of America today.

I can only pray that the Lord would grant comfort, peace, and healing to those whose lives were affected by the attacks of 9/11.

I will never forget, as I am certain many other Americans will not either.  I even remember the scrub top and shoes I was wearing that day.

Where were you?

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Hi there! My name is Virginia, and I am the author/owner of That Bald Chick. I am a Christian, wife, mother of three, full time homemaker, homeschooler, and ministry volunteer in addition to being a blogger. In my free time *cough* I enjoy reading, writing, taking walks with my family, and listening to music.


  1. I was at home. I shared my thoughts of that tragic day as a non American in my post today.

    God Bless America.

  2. I was in the sixth grade. It was actually a History class which is very odd to think about now…as that event BECAME history.

    My post-

  3. Thanks for taking the time to post this. I posted something similar today as well. It is unfortunate that I spent the day running around and barely saw much of anything to do with 9/11. It really saddens me that people see this day as just another day. We must never forget.

  4. Daphne Sellers says:

    I was watching the CBS Morning News as I do every morning. They were right on it. My heart dropped. Then there was the second crash. I felt sheer fright and panic. As I drove into town to go to work, crying, listening to the news on the radio, it seemed every car I passed, the driver was crying. Panic spread quickly at work, even though we live in the deep South, people started to forsee gas prices rising to beyond what they could begin to afford, people wanted to stock up groceries, batteries, flashlights like the world was indeed ending. Co-workers left work to fill their tanks with gas. I personally felt I needed to do SOMETHING, but not sure what. I wandered around Wal-Mart, afraid to spend the cash I had taken out of the bank, but afraid not to “stock up” like everyone else. In the end I purchased and I have NO IDEA why, a case of Baby Wipes and a case of Bottled Water. That was it. (Those items remained under the vanity in my bathroom for a year.) Our church held a prayer service that evening. I will always remember that feeling of uncertainty and where I was, what I was doing, how I felt that fateful day. I read Lisa Beamers book “Let’s Roll” and was disappointed that her husband, Scott, was not mentioned during all of the programs on the History Channel on 9/11/10.