Remember. . . .

I remember. . . . .

I'm too young to remember where I was and what I

was doing when President Kennedy was killed, but I

will never forget where I was and what I was doing

when the twin towers came down.

Every day of the week, I get the kids off to school

and then go to the gym downtown, to exercise.  

This Tuesday morning was no different.  I grabbed my yoga

mat and was off to yoga class.

I heard the news of the attacks on the radio, while driving to the gym.

I was stunned,  shocked.  It was very surreal.

I got to class, and yoga went on as usual, as if nothing had happened.

Well, half way through class, I just couldn't take it any more.  I couldn't

stop thinking of what was taking place on the other side of the country and I couldn't

stop the tears, so I packed up my mat, left the gym and headed home.

The entire country was a buzz, the entire world for that matter.

Every television channel was covering it, and all eyes were watching.

I personally couldn't pull myself away, I just sat there, crying and watching

in horror.  It was the worst thing I had ever experienced,

and it was very devastating to our young children.  None of us

knew exactly what to do or how to feel.