On September 11, 2001, I was on my way to Alaska. I boarded a plane in Kansas City for my trip. I was flying to Minneapolis and then on to Juneau. Our family had just completed 8 years of ministry serving at Echo Ranch Bible Camp. It was my job to go back up to Juneau and drive home the truck full of our belongings.
I got as far as Minneapolis. We were changing planes. They told us there would be a slight delay in our next flight. As I walked down the hallway of the terminal, I remember looking into a bar to see what everyone was watching. On the screen was a factory with two large smoke stacks. I went in to find out more. Over the next 4 hours I learned about what we all know now was the attack on the Twin Towers. I spent 3 days in Minneapolis with some of Sal's relatives. Then flew on to Juneau as planned and drove home.
If you have a couple minutes, follow this link to an important lesson we all can learn from 9/11:
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