A prayer for the lives lost...

My family and I were stationed in Michigan when 9-11 occurred. The day started out like any other day. I woke up early to get ready for my job that was about an hour drive from where I lived. My husband and kids were still in bed when I left for work. At that time, I was teaching art to grades 6-8. I worked at a very prestigious school in Michigan. It was a private middle school for all girls'. There was nothing different about this particular day. I taught my first period class...I can't really remember what lesson I was teaching though. It is very sketchy right now. But I do remember that I was on my prep period and I was grading some artwork. Suddenly one of my co-workers came to my room to inform me that a plane had just crashed into one of the twin towers. We immediately turned on the television in our room. We then saw the second plane hit. My first thought was how are my children and my husband. I quickly called my husband at work and then I called my children's school. We were released early from school and I immediately went home. My husband had picked up our kids since he was closer to them. That day was a very somber and scary day. My heart and prayers went out to all those who lost their lives because of this tragedy. Our school was closed the next day, but my children still had classes. I spent the next day, Sept. 12th, my anniversary, sitting on the couch watching the news and on the bottom of the screen, there was a rolling display of all the lives that was known to have been lost from this tragic event. All I could do was cry and pray for them and their family.