I had gone to watch Amy play Field Hockey at Wheaton College in Massachusetts, something I loved to do during the New England autumn colors. I loved staying up late when I didn’t have a morning responsibility and did just that on Sept 11th. When I woke up I turned on the TV, again something I love to do when away. I thought I was still groggy from sleep but quickly realized as I changed channels that something horrible was happening. The second plane has just hit the tower. It was surreal. It took me almost 5 minutes to grasp that this was actually happening. I called the store to be sure and then sat on my bed and could not take my eyes off the news feed. As the day unfolded I knew I was not flying home the next day or the next.
I spent the evening reassuring Amy and her teammates that they were safe. Everyone was concerned about the young children but I discovered the young adults were equally affected. The next day I learned that the plane that left Boston was piloted by an acquaintance of my brother, that Logan airport was still closed and I was more than ready to get home. I was able to rent a care and make the drive back to Pittsburgh. I was so grateful to get home.
I have become more resolved to not let the terror created that day limit my travel and for that I am also grateful. So many people lost their lives at the hands of the terrorists. Where were you when evil tried to destroy our country?