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Posted on 09/10/2019 5:59:52 PM PDT by luvie
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| I was walking through the house while getting ready for work, when I glanced at the TV, which I don't usually watch. There was a view of the WTC with smoke pouring out the upper floors, and the reporter on Fox News was saying that a plane of some kind had hit the building. There was no panic, just reporting the incident and wondering how it happened and what kind of plane it was. While I stood there, the 2nd plane hit the other tower. My heart nearly stopped and of course, like everyone else, I KNEW that was no accident.
I went on to work and everyone was scared and glued to the tiny TV we had in the back room of the store. I worked in the mall and we finally closed at 1 PM and went home, because it was pretty much empty. Not only did I work in Bush's hometown but his mother-in-law still lived there, and we all feared that Midland, Texas, would be a prime target for people who hated the president. We also found out that the Pentagon had been hit and flight 93 had gone down in PA.
For the rest of that day and the rest of the week, I, like the rest of the world, was glued to the set, my heart breaking. |
Bible in a Year : Proverbs 10–12; 2 Corinthians 4
Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 2 Corinthians 4:16
The Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris is a spectacular building. Its architecture is spellbinding, and its stained-glass windows and beautiful interior features are breathtaking. But after centuries of towering over the Paris landscape, it needed renovation—which had begun when a devastating fire caused extensive damage to the glorious old building.
So the people who love this eight-century-old landmark are coming to its rescue. More than a billion dollars has been raised to restore the building. The stone structure must be shored up. The damaged interior and its prized artifacts need to be repaired. The effort is worthwhile, though, because for many this ancient cathedral stands as a symbol of hope.
What’s true of buildings is also true of us. Our bodies, like this old church, will eventually look a bit worse for wear! But as the apostle Paul explains, there’s good news: while we might gradually lose the physical vibrancy of youth, the core of who we are—our spiritual being—can be continually renewed and growing (2 Corinthians 4:16).
As “we make it our goal to please [the Lord]” (5:9), relying on the Holy Spirit to fill and transform us (3:18; Ephesians 5:18), our spiritual growth need never stop—no matter what our “building” looks like.
Where have you seen the Spirit renewing your spiritual being? How does the knowledge that our spiritual growth never stops inspire you?
God, thank You for Your Spirit renewing and transforming us. Please continue to give us the strength and courage to rest in You.
I was just waking-up getting ready for work, turned on the TV and saw the tragedy unfolding.
In my living room watching TV when it happened.
I will NEVER forget.
My work friend called me as I was in my driveway leaving for the office.
“Go back inside and turn on the tv.”
“Okay, which channel?”
“Any channel.”
L
I powered up my computer and there was a photo of the WTC smoking. My initial thought was, “Oh, some clown using photoshop.” Then the caption read, “TERRORISM STRIKES THE USA!”
My next thought was, “Do those dummies realize the raining bombs that they have brought upon themselves?”
Later in the day my thought was that while the downing of the two WTCs was tragic, I was more concerned that they were able to get to the Pentagon, but I suppose that that was simply my military mind thinking.
I was on my way to my school and heard that a plane had crashed into one of the towers—made me think of when the bomber crashed into the Empire State Building during WWII.
I wasn’t scheduled to teach that day—I was to work on a ‘technology plan’ for the school with another teacher and we spent the day watching the developments on TV. Second plane crashed and everyone realized that this was no accident and was no small plane.
There are two news events frozen in my memory—JFK’s assassination when I was in high school and 9/11. My parents had Pearl Harbor and FDR’s death.
Thank you. I wasn’t a FReeper then and need to read it.
I was working at the FAA and took a new guy upstairs to the cafeteria for coffee. The first plane had just hit and soon the second. I went down stairs and told the guys to turn on the TV and get ready for a busy day.
Can you imagine what the new guy had going through his head?
Yep, it was pretty intense.
Did your friend tell you what you would be seeing?
I was in Canada just outside of Prince George, BC on vacation.
The nice French Canadian lady who ran the B&B pulled me into the kitchen where the TV was on.
She kept me company all day and I was very grateful.
It took a couple days to get back across the border.
We stood up our Emergency Operations Center and prepared to respond to any nuclear, biological, chemical, or other attack while contacting all of the other military agencies in our vicinity. We even had an armed Rigid Raider patrol boat on the Potomac River to protect the water side of Quantico.
When I got off duty that evening and was heading north on Highway 95 I saw that an accident had just happened in front of me along the center median. The wrecked car had a news cameraman in the driver's seat and we opened the door for him and got him out of the car and laid him down on the grass to see where his injuries were and called 911. While we were talking to him, a young woman in a miniskirt came stumbling out of the woods along the median, injured and in shock - she had been thrown out of the car when it rolled and landed into some brush.
We treated her as well as we could until the ambulance got there - she was definitely more hurt than her cameraman. The cameraman said as he was loaded into the ambulance that "they will be on the news tonight". I told him that I didn't think so - the other events of that day were much more important.
We Did it Before (And We Can Do it Again)--Dick Robertson & His Orchestra (with the American Four), 1942
Was still in bed when the second Mrs. Lurkin came in to tell me that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center.
Thought immediately of when a B-17 flew into the Empire State building during WWII. Figure it was a general aviation aircraft and that the event was weather related.
Of course, it wasn’t. A terrible morning And things really haven’t been right since.
Remember the day...the day no planes flew.
We have not forgotten the days of infamy.
The debt is still due.
I got up and logged in to FR and the news was coming in.
I went to work just in time to see the second plane hit.
Then Shanksville, and the Pentagon.
Never, never, never forget!
Religion of Peace my ass. Those bastards should have all been rounded up before the first ululating celebration began.
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