Today is September 11, a day in America’s history that we think on with somber hearts. Today, I’m remembering…
I remember twelve years ago, early in the morning when my mom woke me up while it was still dark. I remember walking downstairs, pouring myself some cereal and watching—in disbelief—as a second plane crashed into the New York building that was foreign to me at the time. I remember feeling confused, while understanding that something very frightening and significant was happening. I remember being dropped off at school, unsure of what the day might look like in my classes. I remember watching the news for nearly the whole day, in class after class, breaking only to hear personal stories from those who had relatives in New York or other personal connections to the tragedies of the day.
It’s been twelve years, and I still think of that morning often. Just a few years after that terrifying day, my family and I took a brief trip to New York City, stopping by Ground Zero during our time there. I can still recall the bone-chilling cold in the air, which seemed appropriate for the day I visited that tragic site.
Today, I remember not just how I felt, but more importantly I also remember the lives lost and the heroes who responded and assisted in the rescue efforts. It’s a tragic day, but a reminder of human resilience in the face of challenges. It’s a day we’ll never forget.
What do you remember about September 11, 2001? Where were you? How were you affected? How did you feel?
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