Where were you?
Seven years ago tomorrow? When you heard the news?
I’m a bit ashamed of myself, for only taking the time to think, to remember, when the anniversary comes around. When it all happened, I couldn’t imagine a time I wouldn’t (almost obsessively) think about it daily. I know that life happens, and things like this get lost in the shuffle. I just want to capture that feeling again – being so proud of my country for standing together as one. I guess since this is an election year, the divide is so much more pronounced. I wish that through all the mudslinging and name calling that we could remember we’re all Americans. And, though we have different ideas on how it’s done, we ultimately want what’s best for our country. If that doesn’t unite us, what will?
I was at work, and a co-worker came to me, naked fear on his face, to tell me that the twin towers had been bombed. Fear raced up my spine, my heart constricted and I started shaking. We all rushed to a co-workers desk, she had a small TV. We were rivted. Only later would we find out just what happened, how many people lost their lives, and the bravery of our service people, and those on Flight 93 and everyone else involved.
It changed my life, though I wasn’t touched directly.
So let’s all take a moment to remember, to pray (if that’s your thing) and to reflect. Those that lost their lives will never be forgotten.