Has it really been twelve whole years?
September 11, 2001 is a landmark day that stands out in my childhood.
I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when we received notification of the first plane crash into the WTC. At this point, we all thought it was a fluke, a terrible mistake. I turned on the news and continued my eleven-year-old life as normal. I sat eating my breakfast and watched alone in horror as the second plane hit its mark in real time. I remember watching the plane's approach and crying out in warning, as if I could stop the unavoidable from happening, as if they could hear through my television.
I grew up some that day and the days following. I learned what horrific evil and violence there are in the world. I learned that family is a gift. And I learned that we had heroes walking among us, some in uniforms and some disguised in business suits and street clothes. True countrymen respond to needs with action and courage. And how many countless stories have we heard of heroism and selflessness?
May we never forget these stories, and may they be exhortations to us now, for today.
Never forget!
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