James Scott’s 9/11 Memory

September 11, 2001 was a bright sunny day in Gainesville, Florida. I had no sooner gone out in our backyard for a swim when my wife, Louise, called to me and said, “You’ve got to come see this!” I didn’t come right away because the swim was more important. By the time I did come in the second aircraft had crashed into the Twin Towers in NYC. By lunch time the entire world, it seems, had awakened to the disaster. I kept my previous appointment with my friend, Fritz, to go share the good news of Jesus Christ. As we went through an apartment complex near the University of Florida we met students from across America. Many of them had friends in New York and several had relatives working in the Twin Towers. Many prayed with us for the great tragedy than unfolded that day.

James M. Scott
Major USAF Ret
Daytona Beach, Florida