Watching 9/11/01 news footage...at this point Matt Lauer is wondering if the first plane hitting the first tower of the World Trade Center was accidental or intentional, believing it was a small commuter plane, and lamenting the "damage" to the building. Still can't believe this ever happened. It's still amazing to me how quickly things changed.
Just watching this newscast go from "Uh oh, a plane went into one of the towers of the WTC" to the panic and the fear and the sadness...it was all of about an hour.
One of my dearest, oldest friends wrote a beautiful tribute to the Flight 93 Memorial in Shanksville, Pennsylvania. Makes me bawl every time I think of those poor people knowing what was happening to their plane, calling their loved ones one last time, and having the strength and courage to take the plane down before the terrorists could use it to hit anything else. Bless them all for their bravery and their love.
Shelly's note: "That Little People plane just hit me so hard. I had one of those planes. My kids had one. It says 'Thank you for saving our lives and for not hitting our school.' Actions that the passengers and crew took that day saved this school by seconds. Seconds."
Life has gone on. I was at Roz's soccer game today and really wanted to backhand the vitriolic soccer mom standing next to me and screaming in my ear. One of my friends joked, "What would Jesus do?" The Lord was such an advocate for little children, I think He'd be a bit sad about some mother shouting at her 6-year-old daughter, "YOU'RE PLAYING LIKE A GIRL!!" I made a special point of telling her daughter how well she played after the game... I feel so superior now.
Sometimes we have to remind Roz to get her head in the game, but it was especially telling today that the other team's parents were all negative and horrible-sounding, and our cute happy little girls kicked their butts! YEAH!!!