A Day Late

Yesterday, I had an interview over at WalMart for a CSS position. It seemed to go pretty well, and I had a second interview on the spot. I should find out more sometime near the end of this week, beginning of next. Fingers crossed.

And of course, yesterday was September 11th. A terrifying day in our nation's history, and in the world's. I remember hearing the news when I first got to work that day and someone ran and got a television immediately so we could find out what was going on. I remember watching the news coverage and seeing the second plane slam into the other tower. I remember frantically calling and emailing my sister because I knew that her sister-in-law, Michelle, and Michelle's husband Steve, were flight attendants who normally flew out of Boston. Michelle and Steve are my niece's godparents. I have only met them a handful of times, but they are wonderful people. I was terrified that that was their flights. And it was. Our family was incredibly lucky that day because Michelle and Steve had decided to take a little vacation and were not on the plane that day. Unfortunately, many of their friends, co-workers, acquaintances, were. I remember the plane slamming into the Pentagon. I remember all of the rescue operations and stories from the streets. I remember the frantic search for the other missing plane, only to find it crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. I remember hearing the wife of one of the men on that plane tell the reporters about how her husband called her and told her that they were going to try to take back the plane from the hijackers, and that if he didn't come home, to tell their kids how much he loved them. I remember our entire office in tears, or standing there in stunned silence watching the events unfold. I have so many memories of this day. The terror, the grief, the pride in our police, firefighters, paramedics, etc. I wish I had the words to thank those people for all that they did, and continue to do every day. I wish I had the words to comfort the grieving families and loved ones. But I don't. All that I have are my memories, and the lessons that I learned that day.