Remembering 9/11
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Today marks the six year anniversary of the 9/11/2001 terrorist attacks in the United States of America.
Most of us will never forget that day…
That day, I got up and followed my normal morning routine just as I always did. I’m not much for TV in the morning, so being that I live in California I was somewhat oblivious to what was going on. I dropped my daughter off at elementary school and proceeded to drive to work. I happened to turn on the radio and heard them talking about a plane crash. I remember thinking, “Oh no… those poor passengers!”. Then they went on to say ANOTHER plan crashed… both into the World Trade Center. I thought to myself, “What is going on? Is the FAA having some kind of issue we don’t know about that they would allow two planes to crash like that?” I was confused… still having no idea what was really happening.
Only moments later the radio announcer spoke of yet another plane crashing into the Pentagon and felt a shiver run down my spine. I lost my breath for a moment and looked around me at the other cars in a panic. “What was happening?” I thought, “Were we,The United States of America, under attack?” The answer was yes, we were. The first thought in my head was whether I should go back and pick my daughter up. I have never been so frightened and felt so insecure in my entire life.
I continued to drive to work in a daze. Once I got there, me and my co-workers watched the footage of the towers collapsing and I burst into tears. So many lives were lost that day… not just in the WTC, but in the Pentagon as well, and the heros who lost their lives on Flight 93 trying to fight back.
The images of that day are still painful to watch. I remember watching the news all night sobbing… and praying… praying for those who lost their lives and that they would find those who were missing alive. The days following 9/11 were sad.. and painful… and scary. Just walking out the door the sadness was palatable. It was all over everyone’s faces… no one was untouched by that tragedy.
As time moved forward and the days carried on, their was a unity amongst Americans unlike anything I’ve experienced in my life. We were united in grief, in sadness, in fear, in anger, and in our resolve to NEVER let this happen again. It didn’t matter where we lived, how much money we made, or what political party we belonged to… for months after 9/11 we were Americans FIRST.
May God bless those who lost their lives that day… May God bless those who lost their mothers, daughters, sisters, aunts, fathers, sons, uncles, and friends that day… May God bless the fire fighters, policeman, paramedics, and volunteers who worked to find survivors at ground zero… May God bless the soldiers who have been fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan… May God bless the soldiers who have lost their lives while fighting.. May God bless the soldiers who have been wounded while fighting… May God bless those affected by the terrorist attacks that have taken place in other parts of the world… and May God bless the innocent lives lost in this “war on terror”.
