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Tuesday, September 10, 2013

SEPTEMBER 11, 2001

September 11, 2001 was a day after which nothing would ever be the same. I automatically think of things now as before September 11th or after September 11th. And me, personally, I don't like calling it 9/11. Just a silly thing about me, but sometimes I'm like that with nicknames. Everyone calls my brother Stan, but to me he was and is always Stanley. Well, anyway, on the morning of September 11, 2001, my husband and I were asleep in our motorhome in the driveway of our new home in South Jordan, Utah. We had not yet moved into the house, as we did not have our bed moved in and set up. We did have a mattress in our bedroom and our friend and associate, Ronda Whelchel, was sleeping on it. She was visiting from Erie, Kansas and was here to teach a software seminar for my husband's company. My husband's cell phone woke us from a sound sleep. It was my husband's secretary, hysterically telling us to turn on the tv, and telling us that the World Trade Center tower had been struck. As I recall, we turned it on just in time to see the second tower being struck. We watched in horror and disbelief. Ronda was on her way to teach the class and driving a rental car. She told us that although she never listens to the radio in a rental car, she felt a strong urge to turn it on. She did and caught what was going on. She went on to the seminar where she taught a very subdued class that day. It was very weird, since we live in the flight path of planes coming and going at all hours to and from the Salt Lake City airport; suddenly there were no planes and no plane noise in the sky. Since flights were grounded for the rest of that week, we ended up driving Ronda back home from Utah to Kansas.

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