Flipping through channels in my apartment, I watched the second tower being hit while eating a bowl of cereal. I couldn’t bring myself to finish it and even after ten years, it’s still hard to put into words what I felt that morning witnessing that with my 4 year old in the room and wondering what sort of world I had brought him and his sister into.
What happened that day was not just an attack on America, but on love, hope and humanity. It may have brought down buildings and taken valuable lives, but it failed to accomplish the goal that I believe it set out to; killing the spirit and power that is the United States and it’s people. It brought us together in a way not seen in this country for decades and managed to prove that we DO live in the greatest country on Earth where the people look out and care for those around them. That’s something no one can ever take away no matter how terrible the trespass against us.
God Bless the brave men and women who gave their lives that day, both willingly and by force, and those who have every day since to prove that hate and terror can never kill the spirit of America.
Amen, Shannon. Amen.