Sunday, September 11, 2011

Ten Years

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
Were you teaching a class full of innocent children
Or driving down some cold interstate?
Did you feel guilty 'cause you're a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone?
Did you call up your mother and tell her you loved her?
Did you dust off that Bible at home?
-Alan Jackson, "Where were you?"

I remember exactly where I was when I first found out about the planes crashing into the twin towers and I hardly doubt I will ever forget that moment. I was sitting in my 7th grade science class, I think the teachers name was Mr. Piggot.. or something strange like that. He was a pretty cool teacher. He listened to a lot of Pink Floyd, wore a lot of tie dye, and I'm pretty sure he taught ever class completely stoned out of his mind. So anyways, we were sitting in class, probably doing a whole lot of nothing, when a teacher came to the door and whispered to Mr. Piggot what was going on (this had to be done because kids were getting called to the office left and right because their parents needed to talk to them/pick them up/be absolutely insane over protective parents). Mr. Piggot came back in the classroom and said "I was just instructed not to turn the TV on because they are showing a terrorist attack on the United States and that it would be best to keep you out of the loop and calm. Well, I'm not going to do that. I wouldn't be a good teacher if I didn't let you live this moment." (or something to that effect, I probably made that up- the point is, he was the only teacher in the entire school that let us watch it.) He turned the tv on just as the second plane was crashing into the twin towers. I thank him for that. Most kids my age don't remember where they were when it happened because they didn't get to witness it. I will always be thankful for Mr. Piggot because I now have my own story that I can tell my kids one day. I witnessed a very important part of our history and that is something that will never leave me.

Another verse from the Alan Jackson song is:

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell
you the difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love

I feel like this describes me (minus the singer part- I can't carry a tune in a bucket! Oh, and I promise y'all I am in fact a girl.) But I don't know too much about politics except for I hate that our country is separated into two opposing parties that can't get along. I couldn't tell you the difference between Iraq and Iran. All I know is that after 10 years, none of our boys should be over there. I have several cousins that have been over there in the past 10 years and until you have family over there you will never understand how it feels to constantly be worried. I understand we need to put an end to terrorism but it's been 10 years and we have a lot of dead and injured soldiers. I think it's time to bring our boys home. Lastly, I pray. I pray this war ends soon, I pray we are able to put an end to terrorism, I pray our soldiers stay safe, and I pray mostly that our country will one day get along and agree and be full of love. If anything good comes out of this, I hope it's more love and more faith in our God. When 911 first happened everyone was going to church every Sunday, having more family time, they were more patriotic, etc. but that didn't last very long. September 11th is hardly even recognized anymore, and that is very, very sad.

Cherish every day, and welcome every day with a grateful heart. Pray for our soldiers, pray for those lives lost in 911 and their loved ones, and pray for our country. Thank our heroes today, whether that be a soldier, fire fighter, police officer, or volunteer. Trust in God and think of tomorrow. Love more, and love often.


  1. Amazing post! I had Mr. Piggott and my younger sisters did too. I believe he just retired this year after teaching a few years at Marvin Ridge Middle. He was my FAVORITE teacher! I actually got to see him during my one of sister's open houses last year. On 9-11 I was in Mrs. Steven's 6th grade math class and I remember Mrs. Francell - sp? running in and turning on our tv. This is a memory I'll never forget!

  2. oi. that day was just... eck. cant even put into words. its so awful. Im happy your teacher turned the tv on. I was kept in the loop as well, and Im glad my teachers were like that as well.


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