To every person there are days that make a significant value to you. You know what you were wearing...you know how you were feeling and you know exactly where you were. You may not remember what you did the day before, but those events that changed you so significantly you remember. The details of the moment will never trail.
As American's we all share one day. Or so we thought. I know you have the capability to answer this question. Where were you on 9/11/01. Where were you that morning? What is your story? Yesterday gave us another day. A day of closure for some and triumph for another. There was no sadness. There was relief. There was a moment that even though its almost 10 years since we were attacked on our land.....that there was a little bit of peace. Our safety as as American's is always tested. There will always be someone that won't like the way that we live or how our government may run things down to the religious practices we profess....but this one man tore a lot away from us. Tore apart lives, created a whole new world of anxiety and fear, made us look at situations that we before took for granted to always question if its worth our life to go to a New York Yankees Game, fly to see an old friend, or go to a movie or not. This man and his followers changed us all on that day.
I know where I was on September 11th, 2001. I was at home cuddling up with my daughter. It was early in the morning and it was officially her first birthday. My friend that was staying with us at the time knocked on my door and asked to come in. I asked what was up and he said that I needed to come see the tv. I walked out with my birthday girl and as I sat on the couch I saw the second plane hit a tower. Then the phone rang. There is more to my story....but I'm sure you get the point. I'm sure you have a story too.
There is now a bunch of controversy over the proof of everything. At this point I don't care. Nothing will rain on this parade of relief I now have. There will always be speculation. I think some people still believe that Elvis is still alive. You can't convince everyone...even if they had the proof they would still question it.
As American's we all share one day. Or so we thought. I know you have the capability to answer this question. Where were you on 9/11/01. Where were you that morning? What is your story? Yesterday gave us another day. A day of closure for some and triumph for another. There was no sadness. There was relief. There was a moment that even though its almost 10 years since we were attacked on our land.....that there was a little bit of peace. Our safety as as American's is always tested. There will always be someone that won't like the way that we live or how our government may run things down to the religious practices we profess....but this one man tore a lot away from us. Tore apart lives, created a whole new world of anxiety and fear, made us look at situations that we before took for granted to always question if its worth our life to go to a New York Yankees Game, fly to see an old friend, or go to a movie or not. This man and his followers changed us all on that day.
I know where I was on September 11th, 2001. I was at home cuddling up with my daughter. It was early in the morning and it was officially her first birthday. My friend that was staying with us at the time knocked on my door and asked to come in. I asked what was up and he said that I needed to come see the tv. I walked out with my birthday girl and as I sat on the couch I saw the second plane hit a tower. Then the phone rang. There is more to my story....but I'm sure you get the point. I'm sure you have a story too.
There is now a bunch of controversy over the proof of everything. At this point I don't care. Nothing will rain on this parade of relief I now have. There will always be speculation. I think some people still believe that Elvis is still alive. You can't convince everyone...even if they had the proof they would still question it.
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