I still remember where I was on September 11, 2001 when I first heard the disturbing news. I was still a fairly new freshman at Central Bible College in Springfield, MO. I was in my 8:25 (central time zone) Intro to Missions class. During prayer requests, a student mentioned that she heard there was a plane accident in NYC, but that was all she knew. We prayed and went about class completely oblivious to the tragedy that had just occurred. In fact, we didn't begin to grasp the reality until we left that classroom and heard the murmur in the hallway. My 9:25 class professor broke into tears as he spoke to our class before it (as all the others) was canceled. We were released to go back to our right's to watch the news unfold. Our whole Horton 2nd floor seemed to be huddled around the small TV in the lobby. News was still coming in, but the truth surrounding the rumors was becoming clear: the USA was under attack by terrorists.
We ended up going to chapel where the college's president addressed the faculty and student body. Class and sports were canceled for the remainder of the day. Something that would normally bring me joy suddenly offered none. We prayed. We all met in the chapel later to hear President Bush address the nation. I can't even tell you how many tears I shed that day. I didn't know anyone who died and once I discovered my Air Force uncle was not at the Pentagon that dat, I didn't suspect that I did. Yet, I grieved along with America, because though they weren't my family, they were my American brothers and sisters and they did have families they left behind. My patriotic pride kicked into full gear.
The patriotism that swept the nation in the days, weeks and months that ensued was precious. Americans came together to pick up the broken pieces. It seemed that there was an American flag everywhere you looked. United we stood, implored to never forget!
Unfortunately, people began forgetting. It wasn't long until a person driving a car with an American flag flying proudly and a "Never Forget" bumper sticker on the back could be seen flipping off another driver in traffic. It was sad to me. I was disappointed because I saw hope. I saw so much strength in this nation. It's sad that it took a tragedy to see the unity and strength of a nation. But isn't that true in life? We show our true colors when our backs are against the wall. And let me assure you, America's true colors are bright. That is who we really are. Nobody wishes another tragedy on this nation. That's why it is important that we never forget 9/11. It's the best way to honor every hero (and in my book, they all are) who died for our country that day!
May we always live as one united. God bless the American people...and God bless the USA!
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