I woke up this morning thinking I should do a blog post and had thought I would write just a little random post. Talk about what I've been doing, how our first week of school went, and post a picture of some of my soaps.
I clicked onto Facebook as part of my morning routine... And was reminded that today is September 11th.
Suddenly telling you what books I got from the library didn't seem important.
As Ben and I sat in the garage this morning, listening to talk radio, I heard the tributes, the 911 phone calls and voice mails from that day, the "where were you" stories.
I was 14 years old when September 11th happened. My parents had split up earlier that year and I was angry and angsty and a typical teenager. No problem was as big as my problem, right?
The night before we had been at Bible Study and the whole high school class was in good spirits. Just a typical bible study night, all laughing and having fun.
The next morning I remember my mom gently waking me up and telling me that the United States had been attacked. I went into the living room and we all watched the news, seeing the horrific pictures. As we watched we saw the second plane come and hit the second tower, and I remember feeling pain, hot rage, shock, sorrow.... Everything. As I listened to the radio today I could feel all those feelings again.
12 years ago evil tried to split our country apart.
Instead, Americans rose up, embraced each other, and fought back. We weren't going to stand for that, and we were going to make damn sure Evil knew it.
There were no distinctions of color that day. There no distinctions of wealth. No distinctions of education, or geography, or employment.
We were all humans. We were all Americans. We all felt pain and sadness and anger together.
12 years later, I pray that we will remember how we banded together as a nation and became stronger and fought for humanity, and I pray that the petty little differences that have tried to infiltrate our country again and have slowly started tearing us apart will be put aside and everyone will remember that we are all Americans. We are all in this together.
Bless those who were lost on 9/11. Bless those who lost someone dear to them. Bless those who fought for our continued freedom. Bless those who gave up their lives for those freedoms. And bless everyone who continues to believe in the values of America and what she stands for.
Love to you all,
Meg
4 comments:
I remember that morning. I was sitting at work and a co-worker yelled for us to go to the CNN website. The rest of the day we all watched in horror and wondered what was next.
I remember being in the kitchen preparing food. So many emotions went through me that day and I was glued to the TV for the rest of the day.
You summed it all up so well as you viewed it from a teenager's point of view and as you see it now.
God bless your beautiful America.
Your Canadian neighbour to the East.
JB
Just a sweet and wonderful post. Very moving. Thank you.
I remember everything about that day. I was a senior in high school and it was the first time I had felt such fear and disbelief over something. I will never forget it.
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