Yesterday I thought that everything that could go wrong... did.
I was at the end of my rope, ready to put my arms in the air and give up.
Then something magical happened. I was reminded of the joys of true friendship by an old friend who braved the Zeeland countryside to visit with us during my daughter's soccer practice.
I needed a reminder that the world is bigger than MY little world and that there was nothing like a breath of fresh air to help you notice that God always leaves a way out if you only take the time to look up and notice it.
That there is so much to be thankful for.
That love is a gift.
Friday, September 11, 2009
I was pregnant with Trinity and at work, Sitting in my coworker’s office talking shop.
HR came in to tell us that a plane had just crashed into the World Trade Center. We didn’t think much other than it was an accident. We were so innocent and naïve back then.
We continued to talk.
When HR came back to tell us that the second plane came in and they thought it was a terrorist attack, we got up and hooked up the TV.
Jeff had called me to tell me that everyone at his work was glued to the TV and that they suspected it was planned. People there were leaving work and going home.
We both agreed that it was an overreaction.
We watched the horror unfold before our very eyes.
Little snippets of news would trickle in…
…phone calls to loved ones
…people jumping out of buildings
…a plane going down that was headed for DC
Jeff called again to tell me that it was bigger than we initially thought and that he loved me. We talked again if we should go home, but decided to stay until our superiors said anything.
…Another coworked who lived nearby went and got her portable TV to set up in the conference room.
…The phones rang off the hook.
…A friends’ daughter worked in the Towers
…Another friend worked in the Pentagon
We thought it was a faraway incident and it would never affect us.
Boy were we wrong.
Posted by MARIANNE at 10:33 AM