A week from today, 10 years ago, I was in the 5th grade and I was on my way to school with my neighbors. Everyone in the car was listening to the radio as we heard of the news in New York. All day teachers huddled in whispers, and we were so young and didn’t quite understand what was going on. The night was filled with the flashing lights from the TV. Pictures of the planes hitting the World Trade Center over and over again replayed. Images of people jumping out of windows. The Towers falling.
Years pasts, and the stories slowly began to surface. Books were written that revealed the scars that day left, and documentaries were made that would make any man cry. And even though I was not directly effected by those terrorist attacks on 9-11-2001, everyone was changed that day in America.
Next Sunday America will once again put aside its fears and political differences, and unite as one. There will be memorials, news reports, stories, and hugs filling our nation; and I challenge you to stop and think about where you were that day, and maybe even share how you were changed.
I’m so proud the be an American, and I still remember.