Unthinkable Day

It was a Tuesday. I was driving to work and had stopped at the light, turning north from 7800 South onto the Bangerter Highway. I flicked on the radio to hear Jimmy Chunga announce that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. When I arrived at the office, 2 televisions were on and everyone was watching the horror unfold. I watched as they reported the second plane. I watched both towers fall. My heart was on fire that day. I watched TV for something like 36 hours straight, not daring to miss anything.

I remember that entire week very well. I had just been called to be the elders quorum president in our newly formed ward and was asked to speak in church the Sunday following. I remember going to a priesthood training meeting and not having the stake president in attendance because he was across the country and grounded, without a way to get back to SLC.

I also saved every newspaper from that week. Still have them in a drawer in my office at work.

What were you doing on that unthinkable day?