9 09 2011

I groggily opened up my notebook to scribble some notes about Immanuel Kant while Dr. Wood lectured. It was 8:30 in the morning and I was in my Philosophy 101 class. Not quite my best scheduling decision for my freshman year of college (that would have been my Ancient World Civilizations class at 8:00am MWF). Apparently I liked to force myself out of bed early in the morning, only to sit upright to be put back to sleep by a professor jabbering on about some topic that I didn’t really care about. Thank you, liberal arts education requirements.


I don’t remember if someone came in to class late and told us to turn on the TV, or if someone called the classroom to tell us something was happening in New York, but Dr. Wood turned on the TV and we all watched in horror. I don’t know how long we stayed together in the classroom, but Dr. Wood led us in a class prayer (I went to a Christian college) and then dismissed us back to our dorms.

I immediately made calls to my family in New Jersey and friends who were at school just outside New York City. It was a relief to hear their voices, but it was scary being half way across the country. No one knew what was going on, and if anything else was going to happen.

Everyone in my dorm gathered around the TV in the lobby, and later, the campus gathered for a special chapel service and prayer time. The other details of the day and weeks that followed aren’t that clear anymore, nor are they important. But, what I do know is that ten years ago this Sunday a terrible thing happened.

I’m not very good at “deep” posts and I don’t want to get all political on here. But, I do want to encourage you to take some time this weekend to remember that day, and all the lives that were lost. Remember the incredible heroism of those who risked their lives to save others. Never forget.