Three years ago I wrote about my memories from September 11. They’re nothing compared to those who lost so much, and they don’t even begin to describe the uncertainty, the confusion, the dread we all felt that day. But they are my memories.
This morning as I pulled up that post to re-publish it, a song we sang in choir, We Will Remember, kept running through my head. Yes, we will remember.
We Will Remember
by Tommy Walker
We will remember we will remember
We will remember the works of Your hands
We will stop and give You praise
For great is Thy faithfulness
You’re our creator our life sustainer
Deliverer our comfort our joy
Throughout the ages You’ve been our shelter
Our peace in the midst of the storm
With signs and wonders You’ve shown Your power
With precious blood You showed us Your grace
You’ve been our helper our liberator
The giver of life with no end
When we walk through life’s darkest valleys
We will look back at all You have done
And we will shout our God is good
And He is the faithful one
To the one from whom all blessings flow
To the one whose glory has been shown
I still remember the day You saved me
The day I heard You call out my name
You said You loved me and would never leave me
And I’ve never been the same
[Originally posted on September 11, 2008.]
Where Were You?
I was driving to my temp job, running late as I often do, when I heard the news.
On the morning of September 11, 2001, I was in my car trying to beat traffic on my way to the Pitch office. Pitch is an alternative newspaper, and I was temping in their accounting office. My duties including fun projects like filing and answering the phone, but it was a week of guaranteed pay, something my recent-graduate bank account needed desperately.
The radio station I was listening to must have had a TV nearby, because they began talking about the first tower being hit immediately. At first, I wasn’t concerned or even interested. It seems crazy to think about that now, but the truth is, I didn’t realize it was such a big deal. Quickly, I realized this was not a “normal” accident and that something bad was happening.
Now my heart was pounding, and not just because I was late for work.
I told myself to calm down. After all, I was going to the best possible place – a newspaper office. Surely, if anyone would know what was happening, they would.
But when I got to the office – yes, a few minutes late – nobody had heard. And when I tried to tell the people in the accounting office, they didn’t understand the seriousness of the situation. I even suggested that we turn on a radio, but they didn’t.
I realized then how silly I’d been, thinking of this as a regular newspaper office. I wasn’t at a major daily; I was in the accounting office of an opinion paper.
They finally realized what was going on and did turn on the radio. As we heard about the second tower and the Pentagon, I sat on the floor of the office and filed, numb and scared. A few people started crying and called relatives or friends who lived in New York and DC. One girl found out that her cousin had missed the train and therefore, was late to work. He was supposed to be in one of the Towers, but he wasn’t.
As I covered the receptionist desk over lunch, I sat glued to the radio. I looked online for news, but back then, the information highway was just a four-lane, you know? I listened to the radio news announcers tell us what the President was doing, and I wondered why they would share that information with the whole world.
And I sat there, wondering if I should ask my temporary co-workers if they’d like to pray. Sure, I didn’t know them and they seemed to have very different values than I do. But maybe today would be what it took for them to turn to God.
Um, yeah. I was too scared to suggest anything like that. After all, they had already rejected my original idea to turn on the radio. How could I even think about asking them to pray?
So I didn’t. I prayed, of course. But I didn’t take that opportunity to talk about serious things with these people I would know for just five days.
That’s where I was. Where were you?
I was sitting on my basement floor amid tonz of “moving boxes”. Zac and I were putting our house together as we were to be married on October 7th, 2001. Our then box TV was sitting on the ground and I was watching GMA, like I always did (if I was home). And I WAS home that day b/c I was b/t jobs and was tying ribbons onto our wedding programs. I sat in disbelief as Diane Sawyer and Charlie Gibson sat speechless as we watched plane two crash “live”. A couple of months after that was when Zac started applying to the FBI….you know who he catches now.
Mandy, I did not remember (or maybe I never knew) that Zac started applying back then. Isn’t God amazing with His timing and His plans? Also, I am always so very thankful for what Zac does but Mark and I were especially talking about that last weekend. We love you guys and are thankful for everything you (both) do.