Nine Eleven

Wow, I can't believe it is nine eleven again.  So soon.  Where were you on that day?  What were you doing, how did you feel?  I had just dropped L and W off at West Stanly Baptist, to go and teach my craft class.  I wasn't even down the driveway, when Ace and T.J. started breaking into the broadcast saying that something weird had happened in New York.  They were so intrigued that they had pulled a small television set into the studio, to see for themselves.  All of a sudden, they started screaming and yelling.  The SECOND plane had crashed, and now we knew that this wasn't just an accident.  I could hardly drive on to the class, as emotions flooded my brain.  Cars started pulling into the church parking lot, and random people were running into the sanctuary to pray for our nation.  Trying to figure out what was going on.  Why was this happening to US... AMERICA?  I called Landon, and he was already in the house watching it on the TV with everyone at the shop.  Later we heard about the next two planes, and watched it so many times on TV, that we had to turn off the darn thing.  It was just too much.  I believe that Bush did what he should have done, we should have fought back.  We have NEVER fought back, or finished a war.  I don't know what the answer is today, but I am thankful for all the men, women, and boys that serve this country.  When I found out that I was pregnant with the twins, an old lady at the school asked me if I knew what I was having.  I told her we wanted to be surprised.  She replied that she knew what they would be.  What, how?  She said that I would have two boys, because during war times more boys are born than girls to replace the ones that are being lost.  She couldn't have been more correct.