12 years ago this morning I was driving my pickup truck on my way to drop off a bid in Mississippi while listening to sports radio when the host confusingly announced that, “it seems that a small plane has hit one of the twin towers”. I quickly switched over to news radio and they were as confused as the sports hosts at this point. As time passed and details continued to come in (both towers were now smoking, the Pentagon had been attacked as well and a plane had gone down in Pennsylvania) I heard the news caster say, “One of the towers has collapsed!”.

I can still take you to the exact spot on the road I was driving when I heard that; it was so shocking. When I finally got to a TV, I saw the second tower collapse on live television with others who had gathered around the television. It was the most surreal thing I had ever witnessed in my life up to that point and still remains so. It was horrific. That night, I could not sleep.

The next day I saw something even more horrific: the footage of the planes going into the building. “What kind of incredibly evil and depraved maniacs could these people have been?”, I thought at the time. But I can only imagine what those who witnessed it live must have felt. I can only imagine the pain that those who lost loved ones must have felt that day. I can only imagine the incredible fear those who perished must have felt (some even decided to jump rather than burn). I will never know that pain. I can only continue to pray for their families and hope that we continue to honor them.