I was in Portland, Ore., delivering goods for the company I drove a truck for. It all happened about 7:15 a.m., as I was unloading the last item. The receiver came out and told me what had happened, but he really didn't know much. He signed my papers and I was off for Ogden. I listened to the truck radio and couldn't believe it. I drove nonstop to Ogden in 10 1/2 hours. I have never felt so far away from home.
I really started thinking about the being away from home, even though it was not far; it was a changer for me. I drove another four years and got off the road. I didn't enjoy it anymore, or the being gone. I had driven for more than 21 years for the company when I decided to do something else, at home.
My wife and I have a cabin, east of the town of Echo. The east/west flight path is over us, at about 35,000 feet. The first thing we noticed after 9/11 was no air traffic, and it was eerie.
One of the things we do different is to be more observant as to what is going on around us. We notice things out of place, write down license plate numbers of vehicles that might be out of place, we get involved in situations that need others to help. We treat each day as if it's the last one and live it to the fullest.
We are politically involved and know who we are voting for and what they stand for. We encourage others to vote and get involved, as our elected officials could've done more to prevent this from happening the first time and, in the future, so we feel it's important to elect the correct people the first time.
-- Grant and Mary Johnson