The morning of September 11th, 2001, I was at home.
Home was 3565 Saddleback Road in Park City, Utah
The television was on, my wife and I were watching incredulously at the horrors unfolding before us ... the newscasts ... the reactions ... the images.
I remember playing with my daughters. I thought about my youngest daughter - not yet a year old at the time - and what kind of world she wouldn't know as a result of the day. I remember my eldest daughter and I petting her cat, Stigma. It was a very reflective moment, playing with her, watching her watch her cat.
I remember going outside and looking up at the sky that afternoon and marveling at the planeless sky above me.
I remember reciting a silent prayer to God asking for him to watch over all the people touched by the tragedies of the day ... I did that several times during the day.
And I know He heard me.
................................... Ruprecht ( STOP )
