My son sent me this picture he took from the plane he was on this week just flying out of a storm over Dallas. I was so thankful when he let me know he was back in KC safely. He travels a lot and I try not to worry over much, but sometimes it's hard not to especially when you know the weather is bad.
I couldn't help but think of those passengers on the 4 airplanes that fateful day September 11, 2001. They may not have seen storm clouds out their window, but the horrors they experienced with the terrorists aboard and the realization that they were going to crash is just beyond comprehension.
I think of all the innocent people going about their daily lives working in the twin towers, the tourists who were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I think of all the children who will never see their parent again, the husbands and wives, the families and friends who will never see their loved ones again.
I think of all the firefighters and police officers who gave their lives that day.
I think of all the servicemen and women who are fighting tirelessly today for liberty and freedom, to protect our country from the ones who would do anything to strip us of that precious liberty and freedom we cherish.
The first line of an Alan Jackson song goes, "Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day?" I love that song. I remember where I was, and I'm sure most of you do too. Let us never forget.
Until next time...