The Day the Earth Stood Still
By: Lydia Davies on September 11, 2016
This picture circulating on twitter got me thinking about that day. The day the world stopped turning, the day that changed Americans, the day many lost their lives, the day many lost loved ones, the day America came together as a whole and put everything else on the backburner.
My story isn’t “special” I didn’t lose someone in the horrific event. But I was impacted.
I was in fourth grade when 9/11 happened. I can still remember exactly where I was sitting when I heard the news. I had just walked into my class from P.E. the lights were off and the TV was on (so basically in my fourth grade mind I thought it meant party time.) You could tell my teacher had been crying, as she stood in front of my class, tears rolling down her face, my stomach dropped. Then she spoke the words that I have carried with me since that day, “the United States is under attack.” The class fell silent, tears poured out of her, I didn’t know what this meant and neither did my classmates, but we knew it was serious.
The rest of the day, no one did much, or said much, it was an eerie feeling. The feeling you get when you know something is terribly wrong but you can’t place what is wrong. I can remember standing outside watching as Airforce 1 carried President Bush over head to land at Eglin Airforce Base. Then it was time to go home. Home = safety, security, and comfort. My heart breaks as so many families lost their sense of home that day.
My mom was sitting on the couch with her friend, puffy red eyes and running noses were the first things I noticed. My mom asked, “Did they tell you what is going on?” I shook my head yes, and then she asked me to go to my room. During this time my Father was on a mission trip in North Africa, expected to return in the next few days. My mom was worried sick about him, but in the aftermath my family was alright.
The next few days America tried to piece together what happened. So many people cried out WHY? It was truly heartbreaking. The rest of the world cried with us that September night as so many people lost their lives, just for showing up at work or boarding a plane.
For children entering their freshman year of high school, this tragedy is just a tragedy that happened before they were alive, which to me is just crazy (I feel old) but for my generation we grew up mourning the loss of so many innocent lives. Whenever I think about 9/11 my heart stiffens, my stomach drops, I get a lump in my throat, and I can feel myself holding back the tears. I cannot fathom the pain of this anniversary for the ones who lost their child, brother, sister, mom, dad, aunt, uncle, friend, or other family member in this.
So today as we reflect on one of history’s most tragic affairs, I ask you this, say a prayer for those who are grieving, hug your loved ones extra tight, and don’t forget to say “I love you,” because each day is a gift. I pray that you find yourself today remembering the victims of 9/11, realizing how much we need God in our lives, and dwelling on the hope for our future.
We will never forget.
*Disclaimer: All photography is my own unless otherwise stated.