I was able to catch President Obama’s speech this morning while getting ready for work. He honored those who had fallen in 9/11 and touched on the enduring community of support. It might be the first time I’ve ever left my house at 7am feeling rather patriotic. In my car I thought about that day and what I was doing. It feels like it’s our generation’s, “Where were you when JFK was shot?” moment.
I was 17 and in my first weeks of senior year at Concordia Academy. Twice weekly we had an all school chapel assembly. Sometimes we’d have entertaining guest speakers energetically sharing their stories of how they turned from drugs to Jesus. Other times we’d have the student choirs perform (for all those that remember, “His People”). But more often than not we’d have a slow reading of sorts and a lengthy lecture that left me “praying” (sleeping) slunched over in my seat. Because I was a senior and suddenly a total badass my friend and I decided to skip chapel and go to Byerly’s for breakfast. We toasted our Ferris Bueller success over coffee and returned to a sullen group of students in the halls. Some kids were crying, others were hugging. My friend and I looked at each other and she said, “wow, I guess we missed a really good chapel.”
When I walked into my classroom the television was on and that’s when I saw what was happening. It was shocking and horrific. I’ll never forget that moment or that morning, (especially because for a good part of the year I was somehow convinced it was directly related to me skipping chapel).
Years later I still see our nation healing. I’m so glad that our soldiers are back from Iraq (now let’s get them out of Afghanistan) and I send my well wishes to all of those who have lost loved ones.
Where were you on 9/11?