It was 8:46 am. I was on my way to work, listening to NPR's Morning Edition when I heard the "breaking story." My left hand blinker was engaged, its rhythm becoming an odd drumbeat to the bizarre narrative of a plane and the World Trade Center.
Where were you on 9-11? That question will be asked multiple times today, the 18th anniversary of an event we'll never forget. Collectively, we pray for peace on days like these, in hopes that we may never again face the uncertainty and fear of such tragedy.
Kyrie eleison. Lord, have mercy.
