Sunday, September 11, 2011
Ten years ago I was working as a pediatric nurse in Fort Smith, AR. I had arrived at work around 7:45 and remember doing my normal morning routine to get ready for the day ahead. Dr. Whitaker had a tv in his office and we were in there watching the news and they were showing the first tower smoking. We were speculating that an airplane must have been way off course when the 2nd tower was hit. I remember being shocked and upset--I wanted to run and get Caleb from daycare and just head home. He was only 4 months old at that time. Shon and I talked about whether or not we needed to get gas and keep things stocked up at home--we remember a lot of lines at the gas stations that day, even in our small town of Lavaca outside Fort Smith. We kept watching tv and saw the towers collapse--such disbelief. I don't remember much else about that day--I think we were all in a daze. I can hardly believe that it has been 10 years--every image of that day brings tears to my eyes. I am thankful they have completed the memorial in New York and really want to go and visit that someday. I hope we never take our freedom for granted--I can remember thinking that I would really like to go and help somehow in New York but that I couldn't leave Caleb. I just wanted to post my memories as hazy as they are about that awful day.