9/11

I don't want to ever forget this day. I remember it so vividly. I was walking from my seminary class over to the gym to meet my friend. He looked concerned and told me what he heard. He had family members that he was worried about and asked me to take him home. Knowing that we couldn't do anything about it I went to my fly tying class and just stared at the television screne. I remember the feelings that I had and the whirlwind of emotions. I was shocked. It was a sad and sobering day. More than the bad, I remember the good that came from all this evil. I never felt more proud to live in this country. The generous people who gave of their time and money to do all that they could to help. The unity was amazing! The service men who gave their lives to save others. What greater sacrfice could have been given? I talk to my husband about this day because he was on his mission in Italy. His experience was so different. They didn't watch T.V. so they could hear from other people and he would see news articles. I told him that the only thing that I wish he could have been here for was to experience the transformation that took place in America. The overall feeling of love and unity will not be forgotten. Atleast not for me. I worry about the events to come. I worry about sending my kids to public school. I worry and my heart stops during that second that I lose sight of my child. Even though this world is full of wickedness, we can't stop spreading the goodness and love. It is our responsbility to raise children who will fight for what is good and right. Children who will be leaders and who will uphold the values that we teach and share the light of Christ with those around them.