American flags fly every 9/11 in front of our house.
By Lynn R. Mitchell
The tragic events of 9/11 were life-changing for millions, and I was no exception. Life became more urgent after the events of that day, and the years since have been spent helping those who would protect this country. Even now, fourteen years later, I am easily overcome with emotion.
When the White House was evacuated on that fateful day, my sister, a member of President George W. Bush’s communications team, was among those working for the president who removed their shoes and ran for their lives as United Flight 93 approached the nation’s capital.
My husband and I were vacationing in Colonial Williamsburg with our two teenage children and had just arrived in the colonial area, freshly-purchased annual passes in hand, when a Colonial interpreter told us of the World Trade Center attacks. I immediately stepped aside to call my mom in Richmond to see if she had heard from my sister in D.C. Amazingly, perhaps because her Austin cell phone was still routing through Texas, my sister was able to call and reassure our mom that she was okay even as tens of thousands of others encountered jammed phone lines.