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The following is a post by a great writer, My love, My wife, Amy Washington. Thanks to her for being our guest writer on this. You put it together so well.

As I reflect back on September 11th, 2001, I am reminded of a time of darkness. A time of pure hatred and senseless killings. Unfortunately, like most Americans, I witnessed the most insidious act of terror that ever unfolded on American soil and that day was September 11th, 2001!

September 11th, 2001 was a cold Tuesday morning. It was a school day for my daughters—Alyssia and Ashley. Alyssia was in the fourth grade and Ashley was in the 1st grade. After I dropped the girls off at school I entered into the house with my son Jorden, who was about 14 months old at the time. I barely could get inside the house when I heard the telephone ringing. I almost missed the call because I was trying to get myself inside the house to put Jorden down. When I picked up the telephone I heard my husband’s voice on the other end sounding worried. The conversation didn’t start with a “Good morning Amy.” “How are you?” Or with “What’s going on?” All he said was turn on the television. I thought to myself this is weird, but I did it anyway. So as I was turning on the television Jeff was explaining to me what was going on because I was looking at one of the Twin Towers on fire. Before he could finish his words the most tragic thing happened, the second plane hit the last tower. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Still holding the telephone in my hand, I was in disbelief and not to mention speechless. I asked Jeff, “Is this a joke?” “Is this by chance Independence Day part two?” “Where is Will Smith?” I asked. I needed to make sense of what I was seeing. I could not believe for the life of me that this was happening in real time. Then Jeff said out loud—what I was thinking silently, “We’re being attacked!” I quickly went into mommy mode. I wanted to go back to the school and take my children out of their classes. But Jeff said to me that the schools may be on lock down and that I may not be able to get them out. He also told me that the schools knew what to do and that the girls would be fine. Of course, nothing at that moment could calm my fears especially when I felt my children lives could be in jeopardy. However, I trusted my husband’s instincts and advice. Instead, I began to pray. Jeff had to go back to work but he stayed in constant contact with me throughout that morning.

My eyes were seriously glued to the television fixated with every word that came out of Peter Jennings mouth. I just couldn’t get myself to move from the television. I saw nothing but black smoke from the towers. I heard grave comments coming from the reporters stating that they could hear people screaming, shouting and could also see them jumping to their deaths. I just couldn’t believe it. Tears were steadily streaming down my face. I felt so helpless. I heard Peter say in a very somber voice along with the other commentators that it’s a matter of time before the Twin Towers collapse. I was praying that this wouldn’t be true but unfortunately, the towers did collapse one by one. My heart sunk to the floor watching all of this unfold. I shook my head and shouted out No! No! No! and begin to cry even more. I felt so horrible for the lives that were lost in the collapse towers. I imagined the mothers, fathers, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, wives, husbands, policemen, firemen, paramedics and so many others gone, all perished for no valid reason. Their lives were shortened for what? The good of evil? That’s’ not right and that’s not fair! But as we all know life isn’t fair is it? My heart especially went out to the widows of the policemen and the firemen because I’m part of that family. It could have easily been me to lose a love one in the line of duty that day.

As I look back ten years later, many changes have taken place since 9/11. Changes that have become quite inconvenient for most of us to bare or to adjust to. However, these changes were necessary. The question will always be will terrorism end in the world? Sadly, not in my mind. As long as there is good in the world there will always be evil in the world. Just as there is love there is also hate. The choice is up to the individual to decide what side of the boundaries that they would like to represent. I pray that there will be a day when majority of the world will decide to honor the good instead of embodying evil. The world would be a much better place for it if this happens. As difficult as it was, I chose not to live in fear. I did not want my life dictated by someone elses agenda of hatred. God was my deliverer, my comforter, my guide and protector! I refused to succumb to fear and by the looks of all the flags that were waving in the air I was not alone. One thing is for certain, is that we are all capable of human kindness and displaying unity in the world. Flags rose higher than high in the sky days and weeks after 9/11. There were big flags, small flags, long flags it didn’t matter what size the flags were, they all were visible for all to see love, unity and strength of those who still believed in the greater good!

I will forever remember this day, 9/11 just as those who will always remember the assassinations of: John F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King Jr. or even John Lennon and so forth. September 11th, is definitely a day that should never be forgotten. It is up to us to make sure that the casualties of 9/11 are always remembered. My thoughts and prayers go out to all of the families who were affected directly or indirectly with the events of September 11th, 2001! May God bless you all!

By a great writer, my love, my wife,

Amy Washington

September 11, 2001 (9-11)

Do you remember where you were and what you were doing when it happened? I was at work at my job at the police department walking by a television in the shift commanders office. I watched as the first tower burned and just kept wondering how the heck were they going to get enough water up to those high floors to put out the fire. By now several of my co-workers and I are standing around watching. I even called home and told my wife to turn on the television.


The second plane hits the south tower. My first thought is that we are under attack. This date, September 11, 2001, will live in infamy, our infamy. It is a pivotal moment that triggered a significant emotional event that affected all of us. That’s why we can remember so vividly where we were and what we were doing. It’s almost like that moment in time was permanently etched on our minds. Similar things have happened in the past, some during my lifetime and some before. Space shuttle Challenger blowing up, JFK assassination, MLK or Bobby Kennedy Assassinations and a few others.

Are we safer? Is our personal safety better than it was was 10 years ago? A simple answer is yes and no. A more complicated answer can only truly be given by each and every individual.

To me the only true way to win the war that was waged on us is to not to let them win. We can’t destroy the head of the snake quick enough without it growing another head. That leaves us with our individual lives. Secure yourself and your family. Prepare for the inevitable and occasional calamity so you are ready when it happens. Decrease the debt in your life so that it doesn’t become a burden for you.

But do all you can do to take care of your “Kingdom”. I mean this word to signify the importance and influence each of us has within our families. I’ve always felt that we may all not have the opportunity to change the world…but if we just work at making our “Kingdom”, as good as it can be it is inevitable that the world will be the better for it.

Take care of each other, always,


Jeffrey Washington




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