I know the 10 year anniversary of 9/11 was yesterday but I since I don’t post on the weekends I wanted to say a few words today.
I watched the 9/11 America Remembers special yesterday morning and my heart broke all over again. I was filled with three emotions: Sadness, Pride and Encouragement.
Sadness for all the innocent lives lost. For all the devastation forced upon so many people, the destruction inflicted on our country and the unfairness of it all. Such a senseless act.
Pride for the courageous men and women on Flight 93, the everyday heroes of the city of NYC and the firefighters. Pride. So much pride.
Encouragement that America will never forget. Encouragement that we will not become complacent. Encouragement that we can join with the rest of the world and stop terror across the globe. Encouragement that we will remember what we are fighting for every day.
I will never forget.
I remember exactly where I was that morning. Exactly what I was doing. I was 20 years old and had just started my Junior year of college. I was driving to class when I heard the news. And the first person I called was Keith. We were not dating; we were not involved. I had no idea that 5 years later I would marry him but on that morning the only person I wanted to talk to was him.
Classes were cancelled. I spent the day with my roommates huddled around the television. We watched hour after hour of devastation and heartbreak. That was the first time in my life I felt unsafe. Scared to be an American. Plane after plane was being rerouted to the College Station airport. We heard them all day long. They just kept coming. It wa surreal.
I am not ashamed to say that I think all terrorists are evil and deserve the Hell that awaits them. I hope we get them all.
9/11. I will never forget.
Do you remember where you were on 9/11?