On this 9/11 anniversary, I always think about that morning.
I walked into my Mom’s just before the 2nd plane hit. She said, “we’re under attack” I said “by who?” thinking she was goofy. She had CBS on. As soon as the 2nd plane hit, I was out the door. I spent the next couple hours gassing up all our vehicles, filling our gas cans, going to the bank to get cash, and then to Walmart to buy gallons of drinking water, and food that could do well without refrigeration.
Not knowing who or what, if the electricity grid was going to go down, if our refineries would be hit, I wanted to be prepared for any possible eventualities. I am much more prep minded now, but certainly far less than many others.
Now, even though I've made a lot of preparations, I feel the urge to do even more.
Like you, I'll never forget where I was or what I was doing when those planes hit that morning...