Eleven years ago,
my daddy was walking to work. He used to work in the twin towers
and would walk from the subway to his office.
He had just gotten a pair of new shoes and they were giving him blisters.
So, he stopped in Starbucks and ordered a tall, dark coffee
He found a seat in the corner of the Starbucks and took off his shoes.
He slowly sippe his coffee, while rubbing his feet.
Suddenly, a message started planning on the TV in the corner.
it showed the building where he worked, but it was in flames.
The reporter started to tell all about how the planes had hit the building.
It sunk in, and my daddy called my mom, letting her know he was ok.
Something saved my father that day,
maybe it was his shoes,
but i believe it was God. He saved my daddy so that he could still be a part of my life and so he can walk me up the isle.
So thank you, God.
I love you, Daddy.