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I was teaching a "class full of innocent children." Just like the Alan Jackson song said. I'll never forget the teacher next door asking if I had turned the classroom TV on to see what had happened in NY. Then my daughter began to call...she was a teen, home alone.
At work...and my husband (previously law enforcement) was a full time college student and stay-at-home dad, so he rushed to get the children from school. Where we live in Tampa Bay, we know we will be one of the first to get hit in a major attack, and we'd thought that day had come. Not for a second did I think the first hit was an accident. So sad.
I'll never forget those images, though I'll admit, at first, I thought it had to be an accident. It was like the end of the innocence for me.
It's one of those moments in my life that I can tell you exactly where I was at, and what I was doing. So sad.I was eating breakfast at a small dive in the middle of podunk Missouri, my husband had just joined the military and we were on our way to our first assignment. My uncle worked in the lowest level of the Pentagon...we called and called for hours until finally learning he was okay. I was so terrified that that was how my husband's military career started, the base was tense for many months afterwards. Sad...
Yes, it certainly changed everything. I have a son-in-law in the military so I know what you mean.
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