I remember after September the 11th, 2001 it seemed our country had rallied together and become united, passionate again for patriotism and loving to our neighbors. In perhaps the most horrific tragedy I remember, hope was reborn.
I remember where I was, what I was doing and how I felt when the first World Trade Center tower was hit. It took my breath and I was miles away from NY, just watching the coverage on my work computer yet it still took my breath. I remember almost paralyzing fear when the second trade center tower was hit. I knew at that moment we were facing a terrorist attack- something our nation was not used to. We had seen a small scale of attacks but nothing on our soil of this magnitude.
Then the pentagon was hit and a plane crash in Pennsylvania diverted by our own citizens brave enough to risk their own lives to prevent unknown men from crashing into our nation’s capital.
Even though we were all at work that day- time stood still. The TV and our computers stayed focused on the news. We had all stopped, grabbed hand and prayed for our loved ones, ourselves, our government, and our cities. I knew that I wanted to find my family at that moment and hold on. TIGHTLY.
I could write what transpired in days and weeks to follow but the images I am sure are burned in all of our minds, probably forever. Instead I want to focus on what became of us, as a people. We became stronger, we were relentless to bond together and fight to keep our dreams alive. The spirit of love reigned in our homes and hearts determined to stand strong.
As time passed on and life became “normal” again we became less patriotic, less concerned for our fellow neighbors and drifted slowly back apart.
Why does it take tragedy to bind us together?
Why can we not put aside differences and our own desires and give to others?
Why must we be divided by race, status, gender and even state?
My heart longs for peace.