I remember where I was, Where were you?

I can remember September 11, 2001. I know where I was, I can remember that day. I find it hard to believe it's already been five years.
I was asleep, I did not have to go into work until the afternoon.
The phone rang. It was Chad's mom. She said "You better turn on the TV, the sh*! has hit the fan!"
(if you know Chad's mom...you know those are the words she would say :0)
The first tower had smoke flowing out of it, then you notice the second tower has the same black smoke and flames coming out of it...it just went down hill from there. People crying, camera's showing men and women falling and sometimes jumping from the building. I called my mom, her voice was a bit shakey. My mom had just talked to my oldest Sister Dawn; Dawn couldnt watch it, it was making her cry.
My mind was racing trying to figure out- How many people were trapped in the towers? Those people out on the roof - Would we be able to rescue them? They were waving their arms at the helicopter to pick them up. And then the unexpected fall of the tower. I couldnt believe it. It was surreal.
It distinctly remember the look on President Bush's face after he was told of the news. It was heartbreaking. His face never moved, but you saw the emotion in his eyes. He never revealed to those kids how he truelly felt.
I remember the news showing the plane hit the building over and over, I couldnt help but have tears for the people who didn't know Jesus.

It's sad to think this type of memory makes us realize how important it is to know Jesus- and I dont mean to know of him, I mean to truelly know him. So many people live with out having Jesus in their heart. They need to know him.