What it Means to Me to Never Forget
I’ll never forget where I was and who told me to go turn on the TV on Tuesday September 11th, 2001.
I’ll never forget the horror of seeing planes go into the buildings, nor the aftermath of people stuck as they tried to get out.
I’ll never forget watching as people jumped from the buildings as they had no hope.
I’ll Never forget being glued to the TV, in absolute shock that multiple planes could be hijacked and be used to attack our country.
I’ll never forget the conversations I had with people that day.
I’ll never forget my college class being canceled on September 11th, 2001.
I’ll never forget visiting New York less than 2 months after 9-11 and going to Ground Zero, the smoke still smoldering.
I’ll never forget attending game 5 of the 2001 World Series in New York, one of the most memorable sporting events I’ve ever attended.
Most of all, I’ll NEVER Forget Wednesday September 12th, 2001. It didn’t matter what political party you followed, what your race was, what religion if any you believed in, or where you lived. Americans came together. It was easy to talk to anyone. Everyone was more patriotic. We were all hurting together, and we were all in it together.
I’ll never forget September 12th, 2001, as it was a time of unifying America. Unfortunately, we’ve let so many things divide this country and the world in the last 20 years.
We need each other now more than ever. So many people are hurting now. The hurt is not from the same source, as it was on September 12th, 2001. However, it’s just as real. Much of it is unseen. People are suffering quietly, in their own homes. We don’t talk to each other like we use to. Many refuse to associate with others unless they share the same political beliefs. We can be better than that. It’s a choice, but we can be better.
God help us that we can put differences aside and love our fellow Americans like we did on September 12th, 2001. Hopefully we truly never forget coming together as Americans.
