I remember this day all too well, you probably do too.
I was on the road, crisp September morning about 9:00 am. and needed to go to the bank. I didn't have my car radio on. I walked into the bank and the teller said to me, a plane hit the world trade center, she further stated "probably a drunk pilot".
After finishing my banking business, got back into my car on my way to my first appointment, turned on my radio.. daydreaming, listening to the news on the radio.. sort of.. and thought, oh.. I need to go to the post office. As I proceeded down Route 138 towards Dighton, I turned the radio up and heard about the first crash.. then breaking news about the second plane... I started to worry.
I pulled up to the post office, waited in a small line. The postal worker said to me, I think there was another plane that just hit the Pentagon.. so now.. shaken and stirred, I get back into my car, pick up my children from school and go home. Like most people, eyes glued to the television, with extreme sadness, to hear and see all of the events unfold. All we could do is cry...and pray.
I'm sure most people remember the details of where they were and what was happening in their world too. Most of us just wanted to be with family. Most of us were in constant prayer for those who were involved in this horrific tragedy.
Compassion and continued prayers and thoughts go out to the families of the victims of 9/11.
Lori Lincoln
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