Does anyone remember where they were 10 years ago today?
I remembered driving to high school in the morning and turning on the radio to hear some tunes. All I heard was talking about a plane crash in New York and the host was scared. No way, I thought. This can’t be happening. Then I stumbled into class where all pairs of eyes were glued to the TV screen. The air was thick with disbelief and grief, and I could only add to it with my own. I came home that evening learning my mom was crying through most of the day when she saw people jumping off the towers to escape the inferno. There were no words from my dad and sister.
What about 10 years later?
Today and always, I am thankful to be part of country where firefighters, police officers, emergency workers, and many other brave citizens run into burning buildings instead of away from them.
A blog post is very small and shallow place to express such gratitude, but thank you for those souls who reacted so deeply to these events and even made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom.
My prayers to the countless people affected by the September 11 attacks.
Albert
