I was sitting in a RE/MAX Company meeting eight years ago today. One of the agents cell phone was getting blown up with calls from his son in D.C. Jim got up and left the meeting. When he walked back in, he set his radio in the middle of the conference room table.
Nothing was said.
Everyone got up and left.
My daughter pulled into the parking lot as I was pulling out. I rolled down my window and said, “Go home.”
“Mom, what is wrong?”
“Just go home”…I could not speak.
We made it home in time to see the second twin tower attacked and come down. Like most of us across the United States we were in shock and numb. My younger children were in school. I wanted them home. No one knew what would come next.
It took a terrible event to show again the greatness of the American heart. Let us never forget that same courage, generosity, and kinship still pulses through us.
Today as we reflect on our memories of that day, where we were, and what occurred on 9-11, let us stop and remember and pray for all the families that lost loved ones that day.
Let us reflect on the unity we felt as a Nation as together we set aside our political differences and really were One Nation Under God.
