Never Forget
I will never forget where I was 10 years ago. It was a Tuesday morning early in my junior year at Biola University, in the heart of Southern California. The phone rang just after 7 a.m. Being a college student with no morning classes, I wasn't really planning on getting up. Neither were my roommates. Groggily, I answered the phone and it was a friend who used to go to school but now lived in San Jose. Breathless he screamed that the United States was being bombed. I could hardly believe it. As I started to come awake, I flipped on the TV. The first thing I saw shocked me, as a plane slammed into the World Trade Center and the towers collapsed. I quickly woke up my roomates and we stared at the screen not knowing what to do. The rest of that morning was chaotic and terrifying. As the details continued to roll in, the destruction was vast. Then the real panic set in. 10 years later, it's easy to forget that, for a few hours following the first attacks, there were a number of plan...