Going over this last week with the anniversary of 9 11 I have had many goosebump moments.
My story of that fateful day......
It started out as a normal day at the Manapat house. Waking up, getting the kids ready for school , making lunches ect. I dropped off a few of the kids to school and then headed home to clean and do the daily routine with the rest of the kids. My friend Michelle called me and asked if I saw what happened. I told her no and she said turn the tv on now. I did and what I saw changed my whole day. The first plane had hit the one tower and they were showing it over again. I hung up the phone and was glued to the tv. All of a sudden the next plane hit I was in awe. They were talking terrorist and what is going to happen next. As I watched the events unfold before my eyes Tim called to let me know he was ok. Then the next plane hit. As I watched I had goosebumps of sadness and held my children close. I didn't know what was going to happen next so I went to school to go pick up my kids that I had dropped off earlier. I'm so glad I did. Living in New Jersey and being so close to all the action who knew where they were gonna hit next. I wanted my family near. My children were scared because noone at the school was telling them what had happened, because they didn't want to scare the kids. Personally I think keeping them in the dark is more scarier but what do I know. We got home safe and I turned on the tv and showed my kids what had happened. We watched the towers get hit, fall and saw people jump out of windows. We saw confusion everywhere around us, New York, Penn, and Washington DC. Goosebumps of sadness was all I felt . I had to explain what was going on and why someone would do this. My kids understood and were sad but they were happy that I explained and showed them what was going on. The next few days and weeks were so strange. It was weird that the streets and skies were so quiet. I keep my kids home the next day and all they wanted to do is go and help. This gave me goosebumps that my kids could feel the Spirit of compassion and service in the midst of disaster and confusion. Every year since then I kept my kids home from school on 9 11. We would remember and spend the day as a family being thankful that our family and friends were safe and praying for those who had lost. It has been 10 years now and I still get goosebumps of sadness when I hear the stories of survivors and watching the unfoldings of that day all over again. I also remember how I got goosebumps of joy as America pulled together and helped in any way they could. On Saturday September 10, 2011 my husband and I and my brother and sister-in-law did a motor cycle run in Penn to The Garden of Reflection. It was an amazing site as over 300 motor cycles showed our support by riding through this beautiful state to the Garden. The Reflecting Garden was Beautiful. I felt goosebumps again as we stood there and signed the wall and read some of the names. The next day we spent the day as a family remembering and just being happy that we were together. The Manapat Family will never forget that day 10 years ago, buy reflecting every September 11th,and by supporting our military in any and every way possible. I have goosebumps as I am writing this.
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