I woke up this morning with a deep sense of gratitude for all of the men and women who sacrifice their lives everyday for my personal freedom. These feelings were punctuated by all the images on Facebook, Instagram and the internet urging us as Americans to never forget the tragedy of 9/11/2001. To remember the ones who lost their lives and those left behind to pick up the pieces and carry on without the ones they love. Not to mention those of us who lost nothing but a sense of security and well being...not that that's nothing. So as we remember, tell me, where were you when our beloved country was attacked for the first time since Pearl Harbor?
I vividly remember being in my office working and chatting with my co-worker when my boss came in and was completely freaked out. He told us what he had heard on the radio about a plane flying into the World Trade Center and we all figured it was a hoax. We soon learned from the ladies in the office suite next to ours that this was anything but a hoax. They had a small TV and the three of us took turns running next door to watch the unfolding events. Eventually five adults were gathered around a small 11" TV watching in horror as the first tower fell and the second one soon followed. Were left speechless, sick, scared, bewildered, you name the negative emotion, we felt it. As horrified as I was at these events, I could not have been prouder of my country and our leaders that and in the weeks and years that followed. America rallied, men enlisted to defend our freedoms and yes to seek revenge on those who perpetrated this crime against all of us. People remembered God, family, and community. Our lives were forever changed. Some for the better, some for the worse but changed nonetheless.