How 9-11 Changed Me
by Chris Spangle ~ September 11th, 2009
I know it’s a typical postmodern title. I just don’t want to write some sappy tribute that you’ll find on any blog, or write some lyrics by a Country singer. I will certainly pray for all those currently suffering due to that day, and the wars that sprang from it.
For my generation, 9-11 was a day that changed our lives. I was 18, a Senior in high school. That’s a moment when you are questioning your future, and pretty much everything else. If you ask anyone that is 21 to 30 right now, I would imagine every one would say that day changed them in a significant way. First, where I was that day, and then how it changed me.
I was in my first period prep, doing homework, when my teacher ran in, and said a plane had hit. By the time we found a TV, the 2nd had hit. In 2nd period physics, we watched them fall, and screamed. I yelled out that it had to be a bomb. My teacher was a young, sweet woman, and tried to get back to the text. It was a matter of taking our mind off of the sadness. We walked through the halls screaming “War!” (We were 17 year old kids, mind you. A good number of my friends joined in the coming months.) I went to a newspaper that day on a field trip, which was interesting to see.
I went to work that night at Ace Hardware, and we closed early because no one was coming in the store, and we wanted to watch the President. In the coming days, we couldn’t keep an American flag in stock. The supplier didn’t have any to send. It was as if we all were supposed to have a flag on our house, and had been caught without one, and we were ashamed.
After work, and as I couldn’t pull myself from the TV. They said 20,000 people died. I was 18, and had never truly mourned before. I had lost family members, but this was a grief that was different. It was mixed with fear. I sat that day and night watching CNN, and wept.
Young people believe they can change the world, and I was no different. (I still believe this, my scope has just narrowed to my corner of the world.) September 11th made me care about politics. I had always had a feigned interest, but I became deeply involved after that day. I went to IUPUI that next year, and joined the College Republicans, and this has led me to my current career.
I started truly seeking God that day. I wanted answers as to why this would happen. I had grown up in a Methodist Church, but only on Christmas. It was not a devout home. I was at certain points in high school, a practicing Buddhist, a Diest (because I thought that sounded cool), and an avowed atheist.
On September 12th, Plainfield United Methodist Church held a prayer service. I attended. I was broken, scared, and grieving. It was that night I gave my life to Christ. I really know no other details of the service, or why I answered the call. All I remember was that in that service, I felt His presence for the first time, and promised to have faith in something/one that I still do not truly understand.
Please leave in the comment section your story. Where were you, and how did it change you?
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shorebreak
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