Facebook and the internet used to be flooded with 911 remembrance photos and stories on this day. Today there is very little. Many of you remember this day so vividly, a day that changed the way we live forever. That morning, 14 years ago today, I woke up to the radio stating a plane hit the World Trade Center. "A Cessna?" I thought. Then I saw what happened. I immediately knew it was terrorism when I saw the gaping hole in the tower. Horrified, I thought "that was brilliant". Who thinks that? But I knew it had to have been meticulously planned and executed...guess that comes from having been raised by a marine. While glued to the television, I went online in a college class "chatroom". I was upset, but it was my first day at the U of MN so I couldn't fathom being a no-show. It was only me and the professor. Everyone else were "no-shows", go figure. My professor said, "a plane hit the Pentagon, I have to go", and disappeared. I was suddenly alone. Not knowing what to do or where to go, I went to work. I arrived at noon and shortly thereafter they closed the business (as many did that day) telling us to go home. A co-worker and I decided to go to the little church around the corner in Wayzata. It was packed. It brought comfort. Little did we know a local family would learn their hero son, Tom Burnett, just lost his life while taking down the terrorists on United flight 93. On the way home I was glued to the radio, nervous and scared, but I couldn't help but notice all of the US Flags that were flying high on all of the overpasses leading into Minneapolis, peoples yards, cars, wherever you could fly a flag. It was an amazing, emotional sight. Show that you love your country like we all did on that day. Fly your flag high! God Bless America.
