This day 20 years ago I was in the 5th grade sitting in Mrs. Davis class, and everything was normal. Then I remember hearing rumbles from the teachers talking about something had happen. Being a kid, I did not exactly know what they were talking about. I remember we went home I think early that day, and I used to go over my grandmother’s house after school because my mom worked the night shift. I just remember sitting on the couch, watching the tv and seeing the two towers on fire, and one falling. I was still not sure what I was seeing.
I did not know what was going on, I just know that me and my cousins were sent off to go play as the adults watch the news. There are a couple of days that I will never forget, and this is one of them. The one thing that I do remember the most is from my mother’s mother side of the family talking about this being the end of days. This scared the daylight out of me. I did not understand what they were saying, all I knew was them talking about how the world was about to end and that we all need to start praying. I think that was the moment that I started to dig deep into my faith.
This was a tragic day, and it one that we will never forget.