After the Sept. 11 attacks, I watched this nation band together with one heart. I was embarrassed by even considering any of my problems when faced with the magnitude of the problems and pain of those personally affected by the attack.
I was glued to the television like much of America and I waited for any news of survivors. I cried with the broken-hearted, I cheered the rescuers, I was ready to re-enlist and fight with the military, and I prayed.
This activity called prayer is what seemed to help the most. It was something I could do to help. As I watched all of the events unfold, I found out I wasn't alone. All across this nation we were forced to our knees because we had nowhere else to turn.
I began to wonder where the people were who were always so boisterous about separation of church and state. To my joy, they were on their knees, too. All our differences, political viewpoints, cultural biases and religious preferences took a back seat when faced with the realization that we Americans could be attacked on our own soil and our daily lives could be drastically changed by an act of absolute evil.