Being in the underground at WLC at 8 something in the morning, all the TV's tuned to the news- one of the twin towers had been hit. As I watched, another plane exploded into the second tower. I began to cry.
Then one tower fell, and then the other. Utter silence in the crowded college hangout.
I immediately call Jonathan. He is sleeping at his apartment just down the road. I tell him to turn on the tv. He asks why, and i tell him, and I start bawling again. He can't believe what he's hearing from me. Immediately I fear war is coming, and that Jonathan will be called away to serve his country overseas again. (he does get orders to serve, but due to previous injuries while serving in Bosnia, his call to serve is terminated)
Class was canceled after a long prayer in which every person in the lecture room held hands with one another.
Jonathan and I spend the day together, talking and praying, then run up to Sheboygan to spend the rest of the day with my family (this had already been planned a week earlier) and we announce to my parents that we are engaged. My mom cries, and everyone congratulates us.
We spent the rest of the night watching footage on the news, over and over, praying more people survive what seems to be a war zone.
I will never forget.