As everyone pretty much knows, today was the anniversary of the September 11th attacks which put a hole in the Manhattan skyline, a gash into the Pentagon, and a quiet field into a war scene.
It’s been 9 years since that horrific day, but everyone I know can clearly remember where they were and what they were doing when they first heard that an aircraft slammed into the North Tower. And everything following first hearing of this event has been kept in vivid memory, in an almost surreal dream state.
Following these attacks, this nation was united as I, in my young life, had never seen. People were helping any way they could. Everyone was a brother. We stood united as a nation. United as a people who knew that no amount of evil could make us abandon our values and our ideals.
Since then we’ve changed. We’re no longer those people who are standing hand in hand. Holding fast to those very values that held us together when it felt like we were falling apart.
Which is why I think it is very important for us to always commemorate that beautiful September day that turned into the darkest day in our nation’s history. It is important for us to remember those murdered on that day, for simply living their life. To remember those who rushed into those burning buildings fully knowing that they may never make it out. To remember all of the men and woman who perished while taking a trip in an airplane.
And we must remember how we came together as a country. In the face of pure evil and pure hate, we became strong. Standing hand in hand as Americans we showed the world that we wouldn’t fall apart when catostrophe struck. That we wouldn’t bend when evil roared it’s ugly head. That we would press on. That through our struggle, we would grow stronger.