The Stairwell

I flew in to the airport in Newark, N.J. on September 9, 2001, and I remember seeing the World Trade Center from the highway, as I headed toward New York City, on my way home to Massachusetts.
I flew in to the airport in Newark, N.J. on September 9, 2001, and I remember seeing the World Trade Center from the highway, as I headed toward New York City, on my way home to Massachusetts.
The following day, I began a new job, as the Town Coordinator for the Town of Templeton, Massachusetts.
The following day, I began a new job, as the Town Coordinator for the Town of Templeton, Massachusetts.
On the morning of September 11, I drove in to work, and was probably just getting off Route 2 in Templeton Center when the first plane hit the trade center.
On the morning of September 11, I drove in to work, and was probably just getting off Route 2 in Templeton Center when the first plane hit the trade center.
When I got to the office, one of the secretaries there told me a plane had just hit the World Trade Center.
When I got to the office, one of the secretaries there told me a plane had just hit the World Trade Center.
We assumed this was an accident, that is until we heard that a second plane had struck the other tower.
We assumed this was an accident, that is until we heard that a second plane had struck the other tower.
Along with the rest of America, and the rest of the world, we watched in horror as the events of that tragic day unfolded.
Along with the rest of America, and the rest of the world, we watched in horror as the events of that tragic day unfolded.
When I learned that the terrorists had boarded one of the planes that morning in the airport in Newark, N.J., I began to realize just how very close I had come to being in the same place at the same time as these evil people.
When I learned that the terrorists had boarded one of the planes that morning in the airport in Newark, N.J., I began to realize just how very close I had come to being in the same place at the same time as these evil people.
I also realized that life is too short, and we never really know when it will be our time to go.
I also realized that life is too short, and we never really know when it will be our time to go.
And so, on September 12, 2001, I got down on one knee and gave my future wife an engagement ring, as a birthday present.
And so, on September 12, 2001, I got down on one knee and gave my future wife an engagement ring, as a birthday present.
So while the tragedy of 9/11 is still poignant in my heart and the hearts of many, I can attribute this tragedy to the fact that I have my children Tyler, Kristen and Isaiah as a result of it.
So while the tragedy of 9/11 is still poignant in my heart and the hearts of many, I can attribute this tragedy to the fact that I have my children Tyler, Kristen and Isaiah as a result of it.

Does anyone remember the poster that used to be so popular about Footprints? In this story, a man has died, and he sees his life played out as footprints in the sand. He notices that at the most difficult times of his life, he could only see one set of foot prints in the sand. He interprets that to mean that in his darkest hours, Jesus had abandoned him. Instead, Jesus enlightens him that the reason why there is only one set of foot prints in the sand is because that is when He carried the man.

It had been my intention to present to you an inspirational story titled "Meet Me in the Stairwell," which accompanied the pictures you see to your right. However, the powers that be here at Hubpages have flagged this hub because it is too similar to other published material on the Internet.

So in that regard, I cannot provide you with the text of this inspirational story, the message of which is quite simple: Even in our darkest hour, we will never be alone.

This is a message of hope for beleaguered minds. We all will reach this point in our lives at one time or another. In my case, I have cheated death on two different occasions. The first time I was 14 years old, and foolishly was riding my bike without a helmet, when my front wheel struck a pothole and I went down to the ground. I very nearly died that day, and spent a week in the hospital, in a coma for half of it.

The next time I came close to death was as an adult, when a drunken neighbor took out his frustrations on my head because we had the tenacity to call the police to break up his party.

I must admit that in these hours of darkness, I was not sufficiently aware of the presence of God, but as I contemplate what happened on those days, as well as the fateful day of September 11, 2001, I know people went home to their final reward in His company.

I hope that on this 10th Anniversary of the 9/11 attack all who read this hub will find a sense of peace in your heart.

We all have our own 9/11 stories, as this day will define a generation, just as the Kennedy Assassination did, and as the Challenger and Columbia explosions did.
We all have our own 9/11 stories, as this day will define a generation, just as the Kennedy Assassination did, and as the Challenger and Columbia explosions did.
Feel free to share your 9/11 stories in the comments section below.
Feel free to share your 9/11 stories in the comments section below.

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