Where were you?

I'm sure we all remember where we were this day 7 years ago. I was asleep in my dorm room at Westminster when I got a phone call from Mom. She said I should turn on the TV because she thought "the world was about to change." (It's intersting I think now in retrospect because the first plane had just hit and everyone was just thinking it was pilot error at that point). I turned on CNN and sat down to watch. It was eerie and I didn't want to watch alone so I woke up my roomie Lanae. She came out and we watched together for a few seconds before plane number 2 hit. Thats when it sank in, that hint of fear and confusion and would linger for days to come. I think we both knew that things weren't right at that time and we woke up the rest of the house. Classes were canceled and we spent the rest of the day glued to the TV wondering what would happen next. I remember the complete fear that I felt and we watched a plane crash in Pennsylvania, and another into the Pentagon. It was a question of who would be hit next and it scared my pants off. I would learn later that my then missionary was put in lock down for several days because he was in a country with a high Muslim population. He had no idea why, obviously they had no TV and all they were told was that America had been attacked. What a scary day.But there are other memories too. The days following were filled with prayer and hope. We were comforted by the words of President Hinckley in the days following. We comforted eachother. For a while we weren't all so different. We were unified and we loved eachother. We heard prayers offered by our President with no call of seperation of Church and State. It was awful and wonderful all at once.So here we are 7 years later and the fear has subsided. So much has changed since that day. I remember that Christmas flying home, being run through 4 security checks and "wanded" before being allowed to enter the plane. They even confiscated my new nail kit! It makes me greatful to live in such a resilient country that has been able to heal from its wounds. It is testiment to me of our Father in Heavens love and knowledge of his children. Although sometimes bad things are allowed to happen, I KNOW that he cares!