I remember 9-11-01. I remember standing on a
school bus that afternoon
explaining to a group of high school students that their world was about to
change forever. I remember watching the wall-to-wall coverage. I remember seeing
seasoned news correspondents break down in tears as they reported the unfolding events.
I remember the free world that mourned with us. I saw Japanese Shintos and German Catholics praying for America. I saw British citizens weep at the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace as the Royal Band played OUR National Anthem. I remember on September 14th, getting aboard the first commercial airliner to depart from KCI international after the attack. I prayed. I wept.