Most everyone remembers where they were on September 11, 2001, sadly, I am no exception. I was 6 years old, and in Kindergarten. I remember my Principle coming into our classroom and whispering in my teacher’s ear. My teacher immediately turned on the news, despite her better judgment, and all of sudden a world that seemed so perfect to me, was now shattered by the horrific footage being displayed on the TV screen. Part of me wonders if seeing that footage lead me to my strong Love and Patriotism for America, but at that point I was a 6 year old terrified of what I was being exposed to, evil at its greatest extent.
8:46am, Flight 11 crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center, with 81 passengers on board, killing 1,402 employees. At 9:03am Flight 175 crashed into the South Tower of the World Trade Center, with 56 passengers on board, killing 614 employees. 34 minutes later, 9:37am, Flight 77, carrying 64 passengers, crashed into the Pentagon, killing 123 employees. At 10:06am, Flight 93, with 40 people on board, crashed into a Pennsylvania field. On that day, 343 firefighters and paramedics, and 23 NY Police Officers were killed. In less than an hour and a half, America was changed forever.
Nearly 3,000 innocent lives were stolen on that September day. Fathers, Mothers, Husbands, Wives, Grandpas, Grandmas, Sisters, Brothers, Aunts, Uncles, Best Friends, Sons, and Daughters, were gone. Children were left alone without anyone to read them a bed time story. Wives and Husbands were left with nothing more than old pictures; siblings were left with no one to make them laugh; friends were left with nothing more than memories, and thousands of dinner tables were left with an empty seat. These victims were more than just pictures and numbers. To someone, they were the world.
After the attacks many gathered in churches, some lined the streets, and thousands just sat where they were and cried. But somehow through the devastation and heartache America was unified. We were all together in remembering the victims. Though many of us did not lose relatives in the attacks, we felt the heartache of those who did. No one was suffering alone.
It has now been 10 years since 9/11. It is hard to believe that is has been so long. But we cannot let time dissolve our memory of that day. We must Never Forget the lives lost, the heroes’ service, and the Unity that we had as Americans following the attacks. We must also never forget how blessed we are to live in America. September 11, 2001has been engraved into our Nation’s History and the lives that were lost will Never be Forgotten.
May God Bless you, and May God Bless this Exceptional Nation, America!