I Remember…

Eight years ago today ter­ror­ist hijacked com­mer­cial air­lin­ers and crashed them into the World Trade Cen­terand the Pen­ta­gon while another was poised for Wash­ing­ton. Sep­tem­ber 11, 2001 sud­denly became a date embla­zoned in the minds of Amer­i­cans. A hor­rific event that we watched unfold before the cam­eras of the 24 hour news cycle.

I was in High School then. I had a doctor’s appoint­ment that morn­ing and was late to school. I heard on the radio that a plane had hit one of the World Trade Cen­ter tow­ers, at that time it was assumed that it was a hor­ri­ble acci­dent. When I got to school, Bible class (I went to a small pri­vate Chris­t­ian school) had already begun and I told the class what I had heard on the radio. The teacher turned on the TV and just then the sec­ond plane came fly­ing across the screen and struck the sec­ond tower. At that moment my heart sank as I real­ized that this was not an acci­dent but a delib­er­ate act, I remem­ber think­ing “My God, we’re under attack!” We con­tin­ued watch­ing the news and heard uncon­firmed reports that the Pen­ta­gon had been hit. These reports were soon proven true. It was sur­real. How could this hap­pen in Amer­ica? Sud­denly rumors were fly­ing. What other attacks were under­way? Was the Pres­i­dent safe?

As I left school I remem­ber look­ing up into the sky, it had been reported ear­lier that all air traf­fic had been grounded. Not since the early days of flight had their been a time where you could look to the sky know­ing there were no planes fly­ing high above. It was another sur­real moment. When I got home I turned on the TV, every chan­nel was air­ing cov­er­age. MTV had switched to a live news feed. The entire coun­try was focused on this one event. Over the com­ing days and weeks a sense of patri­o­tism not seen in recent his­tory swept the nation. The best of Amer­ica shined through, from the brav­ery of the police and fire­fight­ers to the newly restored pride in being an Amer­i­cans again. No mat­ter who may attack us we were strong, we ARE strong.

Right now as we debate pol­i­tics let us not for­get that brief time when there were no Democ­rats or Repub­li­cans, no rich or poor, no black or white, a time when we are all just Amer­i­cans!  I am proud to be an American!

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