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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Have You Forgotten?

That Tuesday started out exactly like every other day had in the entirety of my ten, almost eleven, years. Wake up, trot down the stairs for breakfast, trudge back up the stairs to school. It was a gorgeous day and I remember thinking that it really was too bad school had started already because it still felt like summer. So when my grandmother called in the middle of one of my math problems, I was excited--maybe she would suggest a shopping trip that would get me out of a day of schoolwork. Instead, she told my mom we had turn on the TV because something bad had just happened in New York.
 
Just like that, my life changed. Just like that, thousands of lives changed. 

I vividly remember being glued to the television all day. If I close my eyes even now, I can still see the video clip of the South Tower collapsing--of people screaming in terror as that giant gray cloud of ash rushed toward the ground. I cried when I realized that the little specks falling from the high floors of the North Tower were people, jumping to their deaths from 50 stories high. I cried again when Congress united in singing 'God Bless America' on the steps of Capitol Hill.  At the tender age I was, I turned to my mother and begged her to tell me that all of the horror I was seeing was just someone's idea of a cruel joke. But it wasn't.

Thousands of people were touched by tragedy that day--thousands more in the aftermath that came weeks, months, even years after that horrible day. 

Today I turned on the television and found that, twelve years later, life has gone back to normal. 
I look at my nieces and nephews and pray that they will never have to see a tragedy like 9/11 in their lifetime. But I also pray that they will never forget the tragedy that we witnessed.
I pray that America as a people will always remember the victims of 9/11 and their families. 
That we will always be thankful for the men and women who served as firefighters, policemen, doctors, nurses and other emergency response workers during the days and weeks following the attack
That we will honor all of our service members who have given their lives making sure that such a tragedy will never happen again. 
That we pray for those who continue to fight for our country for their safety and protection. 

I pray that we, as Americans, never forget. 


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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Have You Forgotten?

That Tuesday started out exactly like every other day had in the entirety of my ten, almost eleven, years. Wake up, trot down the stairs for breakfast, trudge back up the stairs to school. It was a gorgeous day and I remember thinking that it really was too bad school had started already because it still felt like summer. So when my grandmother called in the middle of one of my math problems, I was excited--maybe she would suggest a shopping trip that would get me out of a day of schoolwork. Instead, she told my mom we had turn on the TV because something bad had just happened in New York.
 
Just like that, my life changed. Just like that, thousands of lives changed. 

I vividly remember being glued to the television all day. If I close my eyes even now, I can still see the video clip of the South Tower collapsing--of people screaming in terror as that giant gray cloud of ash rushed toward the ground. I cried when I realized that the little specks falling from the high floors of the North Tower were people, jumping to their deaths from 50 stories high. I cried again when Congress united in singing 'God Bless America' on the steps of Capitol Hill.  At the tender age I was, I turned to my mother and begged her to tell me that all of the horror I was seeing was just someone's idea of a cruel joke. But it wasn't.

Thousands of people were touched by tragedy that day--thousands more in the aftermath that came weeks, months, even years after that horrible day. 

Today I turned on the television and found that, twelve years later, life has gone back to normal. 
I look at my nieces and nephews and pray that they will never have to see a tragedy like 9/11 in their lifetime. But I also pray that they will never forget the tragedy that we witnessed.
I pray that America as a people will always remember the victims of 9/11 and their families. 
That we will always be thankful for the men and women who served as firefighters, policemen, doctors, nurses and other emergency response workers during the days and weeks following the attack
That we will honor all of our service members who have given their lives making sure that such a tragedy will never happen again. 
That we pray for those who continue to fight for our country for their safety and protection. 

I pray that we, as Americans, never forget. 


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