Clover Hill Happenings: Where Were You?

I'll never forget where I was and what I was doing September 11, 2001. I was getting my two boys ready for the day , and had just finished cleaning up after breakfast. The phone rang, and my sister asked if I was watching the news. I wasn't, and I could tell by the tone in her voice something serious was going on. I turned on the television, and was shocked with what I was seeing. She nervously explained what had happened. At that time the word terrorism had not been mentioned. The statement was "a plane had crashed into the world trade center." Then not too much further into our conversation it became clear that we were under attack. My heart went into my throat, because I knew my husband was supposed to be in the air flying home from California. I quickly told my sister I had to go, and began praying , and trying to get a hold of him. I found out several hours later when he was finally able to contact me that he was grounded at the airport. I was so thankful he was safe.

I couldn't bear to be home alone that day. I called a friend that lived close by, and asked if I could come over and spend the day with her.

I will never forget the horrific scenes from that day. The shock and vulnerability that swept over me. I'll never forget the image of the burning body that I saw fall from the world trade center. My mind could hardly register what I had seen.

WE SHOULD NEVER FORGET!

Where Were You

By Alan Jackson

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?/Were you in the yard with your wife and children?/Or working on some stage in LA?/Did you stand there in shock/ At the sight of that black smoke/ Rising against that blue sky?/Did you shout out in anger /In fear for your neighbor?/Or did you just sit down and cry?/Did you weep for the children/Who lost their dear loved ones/And pray for the ones who don't know?/Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble/And sob for the ones left below?/Did you burst out with pride/For the Red White and Blue/And the heroes who died /Just doing what they do?/Did you look up to heaven/ For some kind of answer/And look at yourself and what really matters.

I'm just a singer of simple songs/I'm not a real political man/I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you/The difference in Iraq and Iran/But I know Jesus and I talk to God/And I remember this from when I was young/Faith, Hope and Love are some good things He gave us/And the greatest is love.

Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day?/Teaching a class full of innocent children?/Or driving down some cold interstate?/Did you feel guilty cause you're a survivor?/In a crowded room did you feel alone?/Did you call up your mother and tell her you loved her?/Did you dust off that Bible at home?/Did you open your eyes, hope it never happened?/Close your eyes and not go to sleep?/Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages?/Speak with some stranger on the street?/Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow?/Go out and buy you a gun?/Did you turn off that violent home movie you're watching/And turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns?/Did you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers?/Stand in line and give your own blood?/Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family?/Thank God you had somebody to love.

Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day?

http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2001/memorial/lists/by-name/index.html

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