A short note of remembrance. Today is Sept. 11 and it is memorable for my family not simply for the obvious reasons. It was on this day seven years ago in 2001 when my family and I were in a garage outside of Washington D.C. while our tire was being repaired. We were moving home after living in Florida and watched on the small color tv in the shop as a jet crashed through one of the twin towers.

 

When we hit the road we spent about 9 hours listening in disbelieft to NPR radio as reporters described the absolute tragedy that unfolded throughout the morning. As we drove north we could not go through Washington D.C. as planned because it was closed. There were electronic signs along the highway that stated in large digital glowing capital letters:

 

 

It was surreal.

 

We spent the night at a hotel in New York state and the next day got to the border which had just re-opened after being closed for nearly 24 hours. When we crossed into Canada there was a line of trucks waiting to enter the US that was easily three or four kilometres long.

 

We’ll never forget it. I didn’t even know how to pray that day.