In 2001, I was about 2 weeks into my first semester at Beeson Divinity School in Birmingham, Alabama. New school, new town, new life. I was sitting in the study cubes, waiting for class to start, pondering the fact that apparently there were indeed people in the world (who I was daily meeting) who were smarter than I was, when I saw someone run past the cubes into the commons.
Then someone else did. Then someone else did. Then I did.
And there we stood, gathered around a small television, watching a burning building. How awful – one of the towers of the World Trade Center was on fire.
And then we saw, on live television, the second plane hit.
Everything was different.
I’m curious today – would you share where you were 10 years ago on September 11th?