Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Where Were You?

[This originally ran on Monday, September 11, 2006, as a Media Monday post. I changed one word because it's the only thing that's changed. The original is here.]

On the eleventh anniversary of the September 11 attacks, as we all reflect on the ways our country changed and grew from the suffering of that day, Alan Jackson's song "Where Were You (When The World Stopped Turning)" remains in my mind as the best, truest tale of that day. I still cannot hear it without getting chills--especially today of all days. It is a sincere man's well-thought-out reaction to horrible, horrible events.

I couldn't have said it better than Alan does (and if anyone else could, they haven't yet). So I'll leave you with my favorite lines: "Faith, hope, and love are some good things He gave us/And the greatest is love."


  1. Man ... it's been eleven years already hasn't it? I'm experiencing this odd feeling of ... oldishness ... interesting.

  2. I was on my way to work in a building called The World Trade Center in Denver. I heard the radio DJs talking about a plane into the building I was heading to and figured it was another of their pranks. Once I got out of my car and onto the bus, Hubs called and asked if I'd heard the news. I told him I figured the DJs were just being snarky, as usual, and had no idea what he was talking about. He clarified it was the WTC in New York. "The" WTC, as it were. I couldn't hear him well on the bus, but when I got to work, everyone was watching live coverage on cnn.com. We watched the second plane hit the tower and cried out together.

    The mayor evacuated downtown Denver and I went home, completely absorbed in all the coverage. I called my Dad and cried.

    I remember this as if it were this morning.