... nine years ago?
I was in the kitchen, clearing the breakfast dishes. I turned on our little TV there. Charlie Gibson was reporting that there had been a horrible accident, as a plane had crashed into one of the twin towers. ... and then we watched as another plane flew into the other tower.
We all realized it wasn't an accident.
That day was surreal, wasn't it?
I kept thinking, what else will happen?
I just knew that life as we had known it was over.
That afternoon I went to a doctors' office building in Grapevine. I got into the elevator. There were maybe 5 people in there including me.
Usually strangers say nothing to each other in an elevator, unless there is some cute child in there who wants to push the button.
That day, someone said something like, "Can you believe it?"
"No." We all replied.
"Everything is different now.
"God help us."
(Comments like that.)
We all seemed to be united ... as Americans.
Fortunately (understatement) we have not had such a horrific incident since then.
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