Even in our darkest hour there is always a light

20 years ago I was in 5th grade sitting on the classroom floor listening to my teacher, Dr. Jones lead us in reading our monthly book. After awhile Dr. Jones stopped reading and told us that she had something we needed to hear but that we might not fully understand. “Two airplanes have crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City” she said. “Does anyone have family in New York? Yancey, my…