Awake, to a beautiful morning of sunshine, warmth, and peace…I was able to sleep in that Tuesday morning September 11th 2001. In my third year at Otterbein College studying to be an elementary teacher. I only had one class that day, Technology! I turned on my little 13 inch television, and there was the tragedy of our lives. New York, Manhattan Island, the World Trade Center, engulfed in black smoke. “What is happening!” I, like most of the country, am attached to the TV for the next few hours, then days, then ten days. Twelve years later, wounds are still healing, and hope is strong. Please view this video of the progress in New York City. Freedom Tower, World Trade Center. More later…
September Morning…
11 Wednesday Sep 2013
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