Where were you?

It's hard to believe that today is September 11, 2008. It feels in some ways like just yesterday I woke up at my parents house in Escondido, crawled into my Mom's bed and turned on the TV to see the second plane flying into the Tower, hardly believing my eyes. Seconds later, my phone rings and Travis is telling me he won't be home for a few days, they are on Red Alert, and you could hear the alarm in his usually calm voice. I remember how desolate the streets were as I drove to meet Leslie at Crabtree. We made Christmas baskets that day, the mall was closed down, and we needed to keep our minds busy. We worked in silence as we listened to the radio reports. A few hours into it, we went home to our families and prayed.