September 11. Wow, what can be said about this date? Fifteen years ago the foundation of this country was altered on this date and the #USA will never be the same again. Sadly, for how strong we became as a people for a while after the attacks, we may be even more torn apart as a nation today.
I remember where I was, what I was doing when the first plane hit. I was getting ready to leave for work (it was my late day) and as typical, I had the local news on. I heard excited, raised voices on the TV and came into the livingroom to see what was going on and saw the aftermath of the jet hitting the North Tower. The reporters were saying how it was a horrible accident, but I felt a sinking feeling in my gut. Then, live and in front of my eyes, the other jet struck and the entire world knew the the United States of America had been attacked by terrorists. Not long after was news of the less perfect attack on the #Pentagon and the botched attempt on the White House with the brave downing of UA Flight 93.
I remember being in a panic because all of the schools around the country were put on lockdown and even if I could have gone to get my kindergardener, they wouldn’t have let me on campus – and that was all I wanted to do right then. I remember being on the phone with her father telling him about the first plane attack and Steve not believing me – when the second one hit and I screamed into the phone. He believed me then. I remember having to go in to work, a daycare center, and taking care of other parent’s children, and having to remain as normal and calm as possible for the kids’ sake even though the outside world was in turmoil. I remember we inacted security protocol for the first time at that church run daycare. We contacted all of the parents to come take their children ASAP because we were closing 2 hours early and having two parents who worked in one of the government offices downtown barely able to make it in time because the buildings had been locked down. I was finally able to run home to my own family.
My daughter was only 5 years old when the attacks happened and she doesn’t remember much about it. I remember too much.
Let’s all remember, #America. Let’s Never Forget. Let’s take a moment to touch a stranger’s arm and lock eyes in mutual understanding of how we felt that day. We were scared. We were angry. We were struggling. We were proud. We were a nation of people from countries all across the globe and we were One.
On this day, September 11, 2001, 2,996 lost their lives to an act of cowardice. Over 6,000 were injured. September 11 affected, either directly or indirectly, every #American alive at that time and everyone born here since.
Let’s not let those sacrifices go unhonored. Today, let’s come together as One #Nation, again. Let’s not allow #bigotry, anger, greed, poverty, #sexuality or #religion to divide us anymore. All skin colors. All ethnicities. All sexual preferences. All #religious or non-religious #beliefs. Poor, rich, #straight, #gay, #Christian, #Muslim, dark skinned or light. We ARE America.