Under a clear blue sky…the morning of September 11, 2001. In Upstate New York it was a beautiful late summer day. The sun was bright. The sky was blue. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
It all happened today, 18 years ago. We went to bed on September 10 with no thoughts of what would unfold under that clear blue sky on a Tuesday September morning. Our two girls went to school that morning as usual and I was preparing a sermon for the following Sunday. James and Pam were watching Bob the Builder. In a few hours I would head out to work at RadioShack.
Then everything changed – in the blink of an eye – our world changed. My first reaction was how could a plane crash into the World Trade Center on a beautiful day like this. In fact, according to the radar, those planes flew over our heads in Fort Miller that morning before being hijacked toward New York. That was and still is a sobering thought. I knew something was wrong when Pam told me a second plane had hit the other WTC tower. What was going on? Our nation was under attack…that’s the way it seemed on that September morning. Just about the time you thought – it can’t get much worse – it got worse – a plane into the Pentagon – a plane into a field in Pennsylvania – first one tower collapses – then another…I remember holding onto James watching a nightmare unfold on live television.
It was a bit surreal. We lived in rural upstate New York at the time and immediately it seemed like we were much safer than the rest of the world. While many of the urban and suburban schools in the capital region closed early as did many of the shopping malls. Our kids school had a regular school day and our RadioShack remained open until regular hours. We even watched the event on the TV’s at work. It was a day that I will never forget. It is my generation’s Pearl Harbor. We must never forget.