Eight years ago, I was padding down the hall for a cereal breakfast with my husband of 18 months when an image on the TV changed my life forever. One large building had come crashing to the ground, and another followed in less than an hour.
In a daze, I went to BYU's campus for a normal day of study and work, but ended up watching the coverage in the department's office and continually checking the internet for updates. The usual Tuesday devotional was cancelled, and replaced by a sort of support meeting. Upon exit, I was handed three lengths of red, white, and blue ribbons with a straight pin poked through it. I pinned it to my shirt as a symbol of mourning, shock, and hope. That ribbon sits in a scrapbook today so that I will never forget.
I hope you don't either.
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I remember this day like it was yesterday. We had just visited the Twin Towers in August. My mom called me at 6 and told me to turn the tv on. I watched it continually for the next couple days. It seemed so unreal at the time.
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