my memory of it all.

crazy that it was eight years ago today that i was sitting in mr. gibbs' history class...probably yawning while listening to him sing yet another 80's rock band song that he woke up with in his head that morning....(what a nut)....
when ms. coburn from down the hall swung open the door, panting while wheeling a t.v. in our room as she exclaimed, "have you heard??"

we loved coburn, but she could be kinda wacky, so we all just rolled our eyes, giggled a bit, and probably texted some witty (and probably rude- high schoolers are cruel) remark to one of our friends (even though it wouldn't have been me because i wasn't cool enough to get a cell phone till college...but that's another story and rant for another day) while she frantically looked for an outlet to plug that retro t.v. into.

static filled the screen.
i closed my eyes.
"7:30 is toooo early for school to start," i complained to myself.

i kinda shudder when i think of how empty and frivolous that complaint was that morning.
finally the static was gone.
and the image of a plane crashing filled the screen.
over.
and.
over.
and.
over again.
"is that new york city? our new york city?" i thought to myself.

and it was.
and it has never been the same.
we have never been the same.
and we never will be the same.
we will never forget that day.
ever.

my friend ashley posted this video on her blog a few weeks ago. it's a little long...but touching...and it suits today. gives me hope. maybe it will give you some, too.



God bless the U.S.A.
xoxo