tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117174892828870404.post2459837252708247302..comments2023-04-15T05:40:27.799-04:00Comments on Sweet life under the Savior: 9-11-14, Thirteen Years - Jean Marie http://www.blogger.com/profile/06351489473665727247noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117174892828870404.post-40362579172779576472014-09-11T12:48:28.021-04:002014-09-11T12:48:28.021-04:00I remember that day too. I was 10-years-old. I had...I remember that day too. I was 10-years-old. I had gotten up and was going to try to get my Reader work done. Then Mom told Dad that a friend called and had asked us what happened. She turned on the TV and we saw that the first tower was burning. We were all horrified. I remember praying throughout the day for God to protect me and my family and to keep any other planes from crashing. Everything was horrible.<br />I never did school that day.<br /><br />I've heard so many stories from survivors or others who did lose loved ones. It is definitely a day to not be forgotten. It's sobering. I too feel like being sad today is a showing respect and remembrance for those who suffered, were lost, and gave so much that day. <br /><br />Rebecca K.His Way Serviceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16399253900250847411noreply@blogger.com