9-11-01, a day when many gave their lives for others and many worked to the point of exhaustion and beyond to rescue and help others. It was incredible to see the response of the thousands of volunteers who came forward to help afterwards. I firmly believe that if we could ask them they would be willing to do it again. As I look back on my life, there have been many people who have helped me along the way. My parents, grandparents, teachers and a host of others cared for my physical well-being. Spiritually, I recall my mother reading the Bible to me at an early age and my grandmother taking my brother and me to Sunday School and Church, my Sunday School teachers and the young couple who did special things for the youth group I was in. I am thankful for the man who came to my house, shared Jesus Christ with me, and helped accept Him as my personal Lord and Savior. I think it is good to look back and remember those who have helped us so much and for those who have made sacrifices for us. I keep in mind how Jesus died for me and how much God loves me, (John 3:16, Romans 5:8). Let us give thanks for them and especially pray (James 5:16) for those affected by that tragic day. See you in Church next Sunday.