There are several events in our history that I, along with many others, will never forget where they were when so many people's lives changed forever.
I had an earache and had stayed home from school and was watching the old Jeopardy with Art Fleming when the announcement came that John F. Kennedy had been assassinated. A few days later, I was sitting in a purple recliner in our living room after having watched the news for the past two days when Jack Ruby shot Lee Harvey Oswald.
I was painting our bedroom on Easy Street, when the Columbine shooting took place. Richard's sister was in a nursing home, and I was the one who made sure she was taken care of in her last weeks of brain cancer. While the news coverage was showing the students running from the building with their hands on their heads, the nurse called to say Helen was having some problems and really needed me there. I remember feeling like I wasn't sure I could put one foot in front of the other, let alone drive twenty miles to the nursing home. I did, and being there comforting Helen helped ease some of the shock of what was going on hundreds of miles away.
There are so many other times we all will remember where we were:
The day Elvis died.
The Oklahoma Bombing
The Challenger explosion
|I will never forget.|
Let me ask the same question Alan Jackson asked--Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day?
Until next time,