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Topic: First Day of School (06/28/04)
TITLE: 911 Was the First Day of School!
By Annette Agnello
06/30/04
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My husband and I got married in September 2001. We moved to his home, leaving my beloved mountains behind. But he is a shipbuilder and you can’t take one of the navy’s ships into the hills to build it. For that you need a shipyard, with access to the sea. So we came home from the honeymoon to the house he shared with his father, a disabled WW2 vet.

We didn’t know each other we had met three times, when I had come to look at the place, at the wedding rehearsal, and the wedding. We got home from the honeymoon and Mario went back to work leaving me at home with dad. We didn’t know each other; we both felt the other was in our turf. If the truth were known we both wanted the other one to go away.

I was watching the news, as was my daily habit. They were interviewing Lady Sarah, Duchess of York who was visiting America in her capacity of Weight Watcher’s spokesman. When something strange happened they started looking at footage of. A plane had hit one of the towers of the World Trade Center. It wasn’t long before the second tower had also been hit.

Dad was getting dressed and ready for the day. I remember telling him what I was seeing. “A plane hit the building! You won’t believe what they are showing. The building is on fire!” He kept getting dressed like it was a normal day. He was in the bathroom when it happened. “The building just fell down! You gotta come see this!” Eventually he came out and told me I could watch it on his big TV instead of my little portable.

Together we watched the country change. People were praying; they were doing nice things like giving blood. There were so many looking for their loved ones.

Dad and I were learning to accept each other. The Nation was learning to pray again, even though it was not politically correct. We were learning to trust God again, “(2 Chr 7:14 NAS) "if My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.”

Yes, that was the first day of school, for the strangers trying to become a family, for the Nation that had decided God was in poor taste. For the nominal Christians who believed they would go to heaven because their grandparents did. We all had a few things to learn.