In Remembrance

It is hard to believe that six years have gone by since that awful day six years ago. I don't think that there is a person alive that can forget what they were doing the moment that they heard about the Twin Towers in New York being struck. I recall hearing and wondering if it was an accident until the second plane hit. And then I knew as well as the rest of the nation that it was no accident. I had just filled my gas tank that morning and headed into work. I also remember naively thinking, "Well, maybe it was so early in the morning that no one got hurt because no one was inside the building." I worked for a non-profit faith based organization at the time and we all gathered into the lunch room and sang Amazing Grace and prayed for those that were in the buildings and their families. We were given permission to go home if we wanted. I recall that I ended up slamming my finger in a filing cabinet that day. I remember also feeling so numb afterwards for many weeks to come. I never knew anyone personally...but I heard stories of so many that I knew that almost got on a plane but didn't. Without knowing anyone personally that died that day, I know that I still get a big lump in my throat every time I hear a story of heroism or about the life of someone that died that day. There were so many heroes that day. Six years later I reflect and realize that some of the things that I worry about are so petty when I think about the loss of innocent lives and how their loss has impacted their families and friends.

God bless America.