I remember... we lived in Detroit. Christopher was eleven and we had gone to the local diner as we usually did on the day his dad got on a jet plane.
We were enjoying our favorite omelets and listening to the newscast about an accident in New York City... and then... as we watched... the second plane hit.
We finished our breakfast and ran to the safety of our rented house where we waited for word on our traveler, which did not come until that evening. He was in the air when the towers were hit and all air traffic was grounded by the time he landed.
We will always remember the day the world stopped turning... but God is in control and our Lord will have His Day.