The morning started like any other morning. We arose around 8 am, began our breakfast of cereal with Dora the Explorer playing in the background. My boyfriend had been at work since 6 am, so it was just me and Jellybean, then 1, as usual. A second episode of Dora had only been on for about 20 minutes when it was interrupted by a special broadcast. I think at that moment, every channel was focused on one thing…
The North Tower was burning.
Dora was replaced by MSNBC. MSNBC was shared with CNN. There were no commercials.
The South Tower was burning.
I watched as bodies flung themselves from the towers, knowing there was nothing but death for them below.
The Pentagon was hit. Another plane went down in a Pennsylvania field somewhere.
Everyone stopped what they were doing. All eyes were glued to the television.
Then the unthinkable happened.
One by one the towers fell. New York City was covered in dust and time stood still.
Then it was replayed over and over again.
Fear replaced horror. Horror replaced fear. Tears alternated with shock.
Worry for the lives of friends working at the Pentagon set in. Worry for friends whose rescue units were called to help in New York and DC.
Horror and tears as the list grew and the names were released.
Tears of relief when friends were located, safe and sound.
A country once divided, now united. Candles lit and prayer chains going all across the country.
Tear filled goodbyes as more joined in the fight to defend their country.
Rebuilding of lives, hearts, and structures begins.
“Tonight, I can report to the American people and to the world that the United States has conducted an operation that killed Osama bin Laden, the leader of Al-Qaeda, and a terrorist who’s responsible for the murder of thousands of innocent men, women, and children.”
We truly are One nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.