Today marks 12 years since the September 11th terrorist attacks.
It is astonishing how quickly the time has gone by, but I have never forgotten what it was like that morning. I was in the 7th grade, and I remember it like it was just yesterday. I never thought I would remember a single day so clearly, but I do.
My parents woke me up early and told me to go look at the tv. This was weird for two reasons: both of my parents were in my room and they told me watch tv…I spent the next few hours glued to the tv, watching attack after attack. Those new stories and images are forever burned into my mind’s eye.
I was at home with my family, before going to school and being with my friends…where were you?
As Hurricane Sandy bears down on the east coast, many aspects of life are being put on hold until the wind, rain and raging seas die back down. I have heard countless reports of businesses, schools and transportation systems being shut down and people being told to stay safely inside and out of the weather.
There is one exception to this….Even in the midst of so much sheer power, destruction and adverse conditions, the guards at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier will remain steadfast and true to their mission.
Please join me in praying for these brave men and may they be an inspiration to us all.
It is incredible to me to think that the attacks on 9/11 happened ten years ago today. I recently found several newspapers in my closest from that fateful day. The newspapers outlined what had happened and included various pictures from the day. These newspapers had been placed in my closet on 9/12 and I had completely forgotten them. Finding them, around the same time as the ten year anniversary of the attacks, really took me back to that day. I remember where I was, what I was doing and exactly what I saw and hear unfold over the course of the day and the following days, weeks and even years.
However, it is not just the feelings and emotions that have stayed with me over the years, there is much more than that. That day taught me that there is true courage alive in this world, along with men and women who are willing to lay their lives aside in an effort to save others. I admire the men and women of 9/11 so incredibly much. They were fathers, mothers, husbands, wives, sons and daughters who knew the importance of fighting to save others. Many of these rescue workers survived, but many did not. The rescue and emergency workers in New York and DC, the brave passengers in Pennsylvania, and the countless others who helped in some way…what they did will stay with me and serve as an inspiration to me for years to come. I look forward to the day I tell my kids the stories of these men and women and the true bravery they showed.