Our funny little town had a memorial service this morning
at 8.45 a.m.
We are situated about 15 minutes from the US border
and get lots of visitors from America.
There weren't a ton of people there,
but they played Amazing Grace on the bagpipes,
and the US and Canadian national anthems.
Too may politicians spoke about all they were doing to fight terrorism,
but we observed two minutes of silence and one of our local pastors ended the quirky ceremony with a prayer for peace...I can get with that.
Like you I'm sure, I know exactly where I was at 8.45 a.m. September 11, 2001.
Rudy and I had just returned from an early-morning run.
We were walking through the exercise room in our then-building.
All the TV sets were on, but without volume.
As I walked through the room, I thought it so odd that each TV was tuned to the same disaster movie.
Reality only set in when I noticed that everyone on the exercise equipment was stockstill.