September 11, 2011

Remembering 9.11


9.11.2001

I turned on my TV mid-morning while readying to leave for my college classes. Some news story was on, so I turned the channel. There it was again. Annoyed, I changed the channel again, and again, and again. I don’t know when or where I stopped pressing the button on the remote. Only what happened afterward as I aged a hundred years in the span of an hour. At the age of twenty-one, I came to understand the look in my grandfather’s eyes whenever anyone asked him about Pearl Harbor. The one I’ll always carry for 9-11.

So many heroes, some whose stories could never be told because no one survived to tell them. I believe that together we celebrate those as well collectively as we remember.

From my days of watching plenty of Judge Judy, I remember a case that came before her not long after 9-11, regarding two business owners and a large shipment of American Flags. The delivery came after hours and another business owner signed for it, then sold the flags from his own store the following day. The rightful owner sued for not only the wholesale cost of the flags, but the outrageous markup he'd planned to cash in on the waves of patriotic outpouring in the days immediately following September 11th. The testimony of both of these men was sickening, and the judge said so. I don't remember the judgment, only thinking I'd now seen the other end of the extreme. The heroes of 9-11 and then... men like this.

But what makes America, with all its broken pieces, the place it is, is the service men and women protecting our freedoms and way of life. Their sacrifice of months, even years from their families and home, sometimes their very lives, cover the heroes and the flag-stealers one and the same. That reminds me a lot of salvation in Jesus Christ and the grace of God. That even though we've all lived like flag-stealers at some moment in our life, the blood of the ultimate hero covered our sins, great and small as we see them, one and the same to Him--forgiven.

I have a friend whose birthday is today. I always hope he, and those whose birthday and anniversary share the calendar with 9-11, celebrate their special days in even more fullness knowing they are part of what endured through that day that scarred our nation and each of us. The indomitable human spirit and enduring hope... endowed in us by our creator that has sustained mankind since the fall in the garden, because we know where our hope lies.

" I have hope in God, which they themselves also accept, that there will be a resurrection of the dead, both of the just and the unjust." Acts 24:15 (NKJV)

To that end, fellow writer Julie Lessman's novel "A Hope Undaunted" is currently available as a free download through Amazon & Barnes and Noble. I've read this novel and besides being a great romance, it's a story chocked full of over-comers, just like the United States of America.

Amazon - A Hope Undaunted

B&N - A Hope Undaunted

Feel free to share your memories of 9-11, and since not everyone has an e-reader, I'm giving away a print copy of A HOPE UNDAUNTED to a randomly selected commenter. Just be sure to leave me an e-mail address in your comment.

5 comments:

Megan LeGrue said...

I remember that morning as well. My mom was waking me up for class when all of a sudden she burst into my room and turned on my TV. She said "Oh my god! Megan, the World Trade Center has been attacked!" Dazed from my sleep and not understanding what was going on I said. "Mom, its not my birthday." (The first time the World Trade Center was attacked was on 2/26/1993. My birthday is 2/26.) Annoyed by the "rude" awakening my mother had just given me and mad that she left the TV on and walked out of my room with my remote. I rolled over in bed and looked at the TV. The first thing I saw as the plane fly into the second tower. My mind went blank. I did not understand what I just saw. I walked to the living room where I found my mom crying and the TV on as well. It wasn't until I heard the newscaster describe what was happening that it sunk in. I hugged my mom.

I don't think I will ever forget the footage I saw that day and in the days to follow. One sticks out in my mind. A man is recording the buildings burning. I am unaware if he is a journalist or just a person with a video camera. He is number of blocks away from the buildings and has a clear view of them. Then the first tower falls. Through the lens of his camera you can see the dust and debris heading straight for you/him. The only thing he can do is crawl under a car. After the dust settles and he climbs out he shows the car he hid under and says "Thank you for parking here. It probably just saved my life."

I am glad that on this 10 year anniversary we, as a nation, have such a beautiful new landmark in the place where so much tragedy happened. I hope that future generations do not have to experience the same kind of tragedy or understand why we get that look in our eye when we tell them about 9/11/2001, similar to the one your grandfather has about Pearl Harbor (12/7/1941).

Thank you for sharing your story and letting me share mine :-)

Nancy Kimball said...

Well said, Megan. Thank you so much for sharing.

Jackie said...

I was at work and the Pepsi man came through and told us a plane had flown into the first tower. The man next to me said, "I bet it's Bin Laden." I said, "What?" And he said, "I bet it's Osama Bin Laden."
I'm embarassed to say I didn't know who he was talking about. As the day wore on and more attacks happened, I couldn't wait to get home and hug my family.
Thanks for sharing, Nancy.

Nancy Kimball said...

I wouldn't have know who that was then either, Jackie. I wish I didn't know now, as in it had never happened. Thank you for sharing.

Jackie said...

Hi Nancy,
Your blog has such a great atmosphere that I awarded you the One Lovely Blog Award on my blog.
Congrats!