There are just so many hard memories and stories and pictures and images and GIANT FEELINGS to be had today, I can’t even begin to sort out what’s going on in my brain. I feel pride and anger and intense love for my country and great sadness and rolling and boiling emotions and guilt for not appreciating what I have every single moment of EVERY SINGLE DAY.
My parents have talked about the moments in history that they will never forget. Those moments when they will never forget where they were and what they were doing. The morning of September 11th is irrevocably branded into my memory. I was in college and didn’t have cable, so I didn’t even see a TV until I got to the coffee shop to pick up my morning latte. I stood in that lobby in utter paralyzing shock watching the first plane hit the World Trade Center. I wasn’t even sure whether I should show up at school. When I got there, they had a tiny little television set up that everyone was crowded around. Eventually, our teachers let us go home and some friends and I just tried to register all that we were seeing and had seen. I will never forget the images. Never.
I pray with everything I have that my children will never have to see anything like I saw that day. I pray that they can stay innocent and that the worst pain and heartbreak they feel is from the girl they have a crush on in third grade. Unfortunately, in the world we live in today, that is most likely not the case. The best I can do is remember those who lost their lives and those who are left behind and love my children like nobody else can and make my life mean something important.
We will always remember.
Do NOT miss the video I posted above. This is a story of 500,000 citizens evacuated from lower Manhattan in 9 hours, by average citizens and Coast Guard alike.
Do you remember where you were that fateful day? What do you take away from the memories and stories?
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