We Knew Everything Would be All Right

Ten years ago today, terrorists attacked America in the most horrific way we could ever imagine. We must never forget that awful day and all the unsung heroes who selflessly gave their lives.





We will always remember where we were that fateful morning and how we all dealt with the news of such an attack.





Today, I don't want to dwell on the event itself. The media will take care of that for us. I want to share a book with you that was written by a classroom of first graders in Kennett, Missouri. The message is one of hope and that is what I want to dwell on today. I was teaching a classroom of Preschoolers at the time, much, much too young to understand any of the tragedy of that day, but I can relate to this book written by young children.





It is titled, "September 12th, we knew everything would be all right."


"On September 11, 2001, many bad things happened.


September 12 was a new day. We knew everything would be all right.


because...


The sun came up and the birds started to sing again.


We came to school the same way.


We knew everything would be all right when we saw our teacher smiling at the door.


We said the pledge like always.


We sang the National Anthem very loudly.


Our teacher sat and read us lots of good books.


We had recess again.


We knew everything would be all right because we had homework.


2 + 2 still added up to 4.


Our thought for the day became "America United."


We saw lots of flags.


Red, white, and blue suddenly became everyone's favorite colors.


On television we heard our President tell us everything would be all right.


On September 12, our parents still tucked us in our warm, safe beds.


Our parents talked to us about the bad things that had happened the day before.


We knew we would be all right because our parents still loved us.


We knew everything would be all right because the stars and moon came out and America went to sleep.


And the next morning the sun came up again.


Not the end."





So, today, ten years later, I will be remembering heroes, but at the same time thanking God that on September 12, the sun came up and we knew everything would be all right.