Sunday is the 10th anniversary of a painful day in our history. We all remember
where we were and what we were doing when we heard of or saw the events as they unfolded. Those are moments frozen in time. It takes time to step back from them to really comprehend the magnitude of it all.
I remember getting a phone call from a young man I had the privilege of coaching at Wheaton College in 1988. In the middle of all the chaos and confusion I heard a soft subdued voice on the phone say, “Coach…Todd was on Flight 93…t doesn’t look good”.
The nation would learn in the hours ahead that some courageous men had determined to thwart the plans of the hijackers on their plane after hearing by phone the fate of the planes in New York. They huddled in the back of the plane and devised a plan of attack. When they were ready, one was heard on a cell phone saying, “Let’s Roll”. Minutes later, Flight 93 flew directly into the ground in a field in Pennsylvania far from its intended target, the WhiteHouse. The impact of the plane was so great it left a 300 foot crater and nothing else. Heroes…all…
I later learned that the young man who yelled “Let’s Roll” I had the honor of working with, in our camps and as a player for Wheaton College. I met Todd when he was in 6th grade. Following high school he called and asked if he could come and try out for the team. He was a quiet young man with an engaging sense of humor, loyal and filled with integrity. As I reflected that day and today years later, I am not surprised at all at his courage in the moment of crisis. His faith, his convictions, and his integrity were on display and I only wish I could know that I would have the courage to do the same.
Pray for Todd’s wife and children as I am sure thiswill be a difficult few days. My friend
is walking the streets of glory ahead of us. I honor his memory and thank God I had the chance to know him.