For me, it is a day of deep reflection. Never before or since September 11th, 2001 have I ever experienced the same level of intense feelings which I felt that day. Fear, sadness, empathy, despair, anger, frustration, complete trepidation. I feared for our nation as a whole and for the survivors and rescuers immersed in the thick of the chaos and destruction. My heart ached for those who witnessed the devastation first hand, those who feared for the safety of their loved ones and neighbors. I was angry beyond words and truth be told, today I still am.
The days that followed my heart swelled with pride at the fearless bravado of our first responders, for our administration and military for their courage, pure human emotion and their quick response, and for the people of the United States who, for the first time I could recall, came together “undivided, with liberty and justice for all” in their minds and hearts.
I remember how deeply proud I felt to be an American.
Here we are 15 years later. Fifteen years is a long time. 5,479 days.
Today, I’m still proud to be an American. Although I’m not so proud of America or some of my fellow Americans. Too many people have forgotten. Too many have become divided. This sadness breeds fear in my heart again. Fear of another heinous attack. Fear we have allowed our guard to drop in order to not hurt the feelings of foreigners and non-American citizens. Of those who may wish us harm again. I honestly pray we NEVER have to endure another day like September 11th.
If you’ve forgotten, I suggest you take a moment to reflect. Remember where you were when you hear the news about the attacks. Remember the shock and horror you felt when you watched the footage. Remember how your heart ached for those who were lost, for their families and for the brave souls who tirelessly risked their lives to find the survivors. Remember how we came together as a country to show our solidarity to our evil enemies. And then, don’t ever forget.
God Bless America
I have not forgotten.