I will never forget that morning 911 as I woke up. I thought it was just another day in my Minnesota life as a mother of two. My husband and I awoke and turned on the t.v. in our room. Our three and five year old were up on our bed cuddling with us as we had done so many times before. Little did we know at the time, that this day would change our lives and the lives of all Americans forever.
We saw in front of us what everyone glued to their T.V.'s saw. Confusing images showing one plane then a second crashing into the Trade Center Towers in New York. I have never witnessed the vulnerability of news casters all over the nation. Confused anchors some crying were trying to figure out what had happened in New York. Was this an accident, or a terror incident? I got the kids out of the bedroom in a daze and served breakfast to them in horror. I remember being so shaken and even noticed my hands quivering.
My twin sister called upset and shaken too and told me she had heard the news on her radio as she was walking her morning power walk. She knew I would need to take my morning walk and offered to come over and watch my two kids. I thanked her profusely and tried to remain somewhat calm knowing I was sending my oldest child to afternoon kindergarten that day. I felt so vulnerable like at any moment anything could happen.
