Praying for Those Lost
I was in first grade on 9/11. My school was on break, so my brothers and I (we are identical triplets) were at Stone Park daycare when the Twin Towers fell. We had early dismissal that day, and our mother picked us up. My brothers and I did not understand what was happening, but our mother prayed for those lost. We got together on the living room floor, watched the news, and prayed. We did this for probably hours. What else could we do other than pray? Ours, like so many other American families, came together in that tragic moment and thought and prayed for people other than ourselves.