I know there is an overall awareness of the date as we all begin our day. Being an Oklahoman makes me hurt a little bit closer today. I was living in Oklahoma City the day that the Murrah Federal Building was bombed – April 19th. And the thing is – you can’t forget. It doesn’t take effort to remember what happened on a tragic days like these – because you saw it, heard it, witnessed it. When you hear the date your mind automatically goes to that place. For me it’s the visual images I saw as I watched it all play out on the television.
It’s days like this that make me even more thankful for God’s grace and mercy.
When I was in NYC this summer I was able to visit the memorial and a restaurant that was right across the street from the towers. Life is about story. We all have a story, and we should share it so others will know. The places, these pictures, tell a story.
This sweet, precious man was working in his restaurant on that day and shared with us how the whole back of the restaurant (all windows) was blown out.
There are pictures hanging all over the walls, from families of victims – people who would eat in his place everyday.
The memorial is a sight to be seen. The new towers are glorious.
One special thing was their survivor tree. We have a survivor tree in our memorial in Oklahoma City. Hearing the story seemed to join the two cities together, and made NYC feel closer to home.
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