The day Kennedy was shot, that is probably the first historical event in my life that I remember. I remember being in elementary school and hearing an announcement come over the PA telling us that the President had been shot.
The day Nixon resigned. I was attending Freshman orientation at college with my mom and we had just completed a briefing when they excused us all to go and watch the news conference in the student center.
The day my pastors died in a plane crash, I walked out of work, got into my car and turned it on. The radio announcer announced that Flight 263 had crashed. I knew deep inside me that they were on that plane. It wasn’t confirmed until a few hours later as I drove around the corner to attend the regularly scheduled prayer meeting and the parking lot was full.
September 11, 2001. I was in the convention center in downtown Atlanta, Georgia preparing for the start of a 4 day tradeshow. We were already on the show floor when the 1st plane struck and had no access to TV. The only reports we were getting were from the few people that
started to enter for the tradeshow. Our youngest son was on a flight supposed to be coming home from England headed for Seattle.
Dates that are etched in our lives; dates when our world seemed a little smaller. Over the years and for years to come, we are asked and will ask, “Where were you when…..”? These stories and more will be replayed in various ways, but always we will remember.
The day Nixon resigned. I was attending Freshman orientation at college with my mom and we had just completed a briefing when they excused us all to go and watch the news conference in the student center. 
The day my pastors died in a plane crash, I walked out of work, got into my car and turned it on. The radio announcer announced that Flight 263 had crashed. I knew deep inside me that they were on that plane. It wasn’t confirmed until a few hours later as I drove around the corner to attend the regularly scheduled prayer meeting and the parking lot was full.
September 11, 2001. I was in the convention center in downtown Atlanta, Georgia preparing for the start of a 4 day tradeshow. We were already on the show floor when the 1st plane struck and had no access to TV. The only reports we were getting were from the few people that
started to enter for the tradeshow. Our youngest son was on a flight supposed to be coming home from England headed for Seattle.Dates that are etched in our lives; dates when our world seemed a little smaller. Over the years and for years to come, we are asked and will ask, “Where were you when…..”? These stories and more will be replayed in various ways, but always we will remember.
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