I Can Never Forget...

I can never forget September 11, 2001.  I can never forget what happened; how many lives were lost; how many lives were changed; how my life was changed; how the world I knew changed.  I can never forget also, how God saved my life, and wondering what I was going to do with such a gift.

Still, to this day, it tears at my heart all the devestation that happened that morning and all that has followed since.  Both good and evil has taken place since 9/11.  It has brought out the courage and decency in some; while in others it has brought out their evil and vile intentions to market off of others pain and grief.

Other things also boggle my mind.  I cannot understand, how we ended up in a war in Iraq, when our objective was Osama Bin Laden?  How do we go from pursuing our attacker, into a war that has claimed too many of our soldiers; and yet are no closer to the maniac that continues to taunt with his grievous videos?  It just does not make any sense to me.  But in my spirit, I know that there is always more than what we can see with our natural eye.

I will never forget that morning, sitting on the sofa in my mother's living room, and turning on the CBS news.  At first, I was not sure of what I was seeing.  Then the horrible, devestating feeling that gripped me, when I saw the second plane hit.  I yelled up to my Mom to turn the news on.  I began to cry out to God to help the people in the towers and surrounding.  Then, something hit me.  Something so jarring and profound, that I found myself crying unto God with tears of thanks and fear all at the same time.

I had just moved to PA two months before from Staten Island, New York.  I was starting over.  From my old residence in NY, I could look out my window and see the Manhattan skyline.  I made the decision to move after much prayer, and a direction from God that I heard in my spirit.  You may not understand what I mean, or even understand when I speak of God directing me.  But that doesn't change the fact that God is real, and because He spoke to me, and I listened to His direction, I am able to write this article.

In January of 2001, I was let go from a job that I should have resigned from months before.  However, I allowed other people to talk me into staying, for their sake.  I didn't follow God's direction.  I didn't listen to my spirit.  I was swayed from what was in my heart, to please others, which lead to a whole lot of heartache for me.  After experienceing that, I made up in my mind to allows follow what God put in my heart.  To listen when God speaks to me, and stick to what is in my heart.  Some people do love you and want what's best for you.  But no one loves you more than God.

I was out of work for six months, when I heard God tell me it was time to move.  I wasn't sure, but then I decided to go.  What did I have to lose?  I had sent out hundreds of resumes and had not received any positive responses.  I decided to move that July.  In July I received an email from a temp agency, informing me that they had found a temporary job for me, that began in August and ran until October.  I would be taking over for a person going on maternity leave.  The pay was excellent.  Short commute.  Yet, in my spirit, I kept hearing God tell me to go.  To leave now.  Don't take the job, just leave.  Mind you, I said I was going to do what God said, no matter what.  I had told my grandmother and aunt about the job offer.  They said I should take it.  That way, I could save up some money before I left.  I wouldn't have to go to PA without any funds.  They suggested I move in with my grandmother and to save more money.  Sounded really good; but it was not what God wanted.  I called the Temp agency and declined the position.  I was moving, and I couldn't put it off.  There was an urgency about it.

Fast forward two months, 9/11, me--crying out to God, because I just realized the momentous thing that had just occured not only in other's lives, but how personally it affected my life.  The job I was offered was in the twin towers as an Executive Assistant. I couldn't stop crying and thanking the Lord enough.  I've never been so happy to follow what God tells me.  It definitely was the difference between life and death.  I know for certain that I would have never made it out alive.

I can never forget 9/11.  I can never forget what transpired that day, and all the lives that were lost, and for all those that survived and have the memories of that day.  I can never forget all the families, and especially the children, that never had the opportunity to know their mother or father.  I can never forget.  Can you?