Saturday September 10 my family went out to sandy city to see the flags. They were amazing. They put up a flag for every victim. On the flag was a tag that talked about who that flag was dedicated to. Sunday morning we got up with not much thought, and went to church. Right at the start of sacrament our bishopric got up and read a letter from Taylorsville city. They wanted the city to observe a moment of silence at 11 am and that a fire truck would be driving around with it’s siren on in observance of September 11th. AT 11 we opened the door in the sacrement room and all sat in silence. Unfortunately we never heard the sirens but it was a beautiful moment. I have never heard the sacrament room so silent. All the kids were quiet as if they knew how important it was.
September 11, 2001
I was getting ready for school. I was a junior in High school. Every morning I listened to 97.1’s morning show. I remember hearing about some accident in NY. I didn’t care much and went about my morning. When I got to school. Every TV was on. I walked in to my first class and everyone was watching some where crying. I was scared. That day we went from class to class and watched the reports. The teacher talked to us. Helped us understand what was happening. I knew our lives would be different from that day on.
The older I get the more I learn and appreciate. Sunday morning as I sat in silence all I could think was how unfair that I am sitting here today. How unfair that so many innocent people died. I remembered how badly I wanted to help in 2001. I felt helpless and still do.
One of my good friends posted this in her blog. It is a wonderful short film about a gentleman’s experience that day and how it affected his life.
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