Every year after 9/11/01, I would share this story with my class. This is a sad event in the history of the world. Today, I reblog My Story for you my readers!
It was a Tuesday and a crystal clear fall morning, September 11, 2001. My sixth graders were in art first period, and I was doing planning for the week. The principal popped in and said, “Turn on your TV!” Seeing the now famous images hit me like a ton of bricks, as well as disbelief. My head was swimming, filled with questions, and I was dizzy with it all. Hurrying down to collect my class, another thought hit even closer to home. My son and daughter-in-law live in New York. Are they safe…out of harms way? Neither of them worked in the WTC, but the nature of the city and the world’s business is that people are out and about having meetings all over. I ran to get my phone and got a busy signal! A few minutes later, I…
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TalesAlongTheWay 
Had to re blog this to start mine to mark the 14th year slightly different story but was 9/11
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Many thanks. There are many stories!
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Anne,
I happened across this prayer – I thought it was appropriate being our mutual connection with flyboys…
Lord, guard and guide all those who fly
Through the great spaces in the sky.
Be with them always in the air,
In darkening storms or sunlight fair;
Oh, hear us when we lift our prayer,
For those in peril in the air!
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How lovely that is ! Thanks for sharing!
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