Every year this week for the past 13 years, I get a little sad. I didn’t know anyone personally who perished on 9-11-01, but I didn’t need to. Nearly Three Thousand innocent people lost their lives in a tremendous tragedy, how could that not affect me? I could see the smoke billowing from the Twin Towers from my backyard, how could that not haunt me?
Every year this week for the past 13 years, I get a little angry. Terrorists flew planes full of innocent people into buildings. Their intentions were to kill anyone they could in the crash of the planes and collapse of the buildings. They attacked the Pentagon, the headquarters of the U.S. military. They attempted to attack our Nation’s Capital, thwarted by the bravery of passengers on Flight 93. How could that not enrage me?
Every year this week for the past 13 years, I get a little patriotic. “More than 440 first responders paid the ultimate price that day,” how could I not be proud of that? Tragedy is a true test of human character, and first responders in NY, PA and VA passed with flying colors on 9-11-01 and the days that followed. My father was a firefighter at the time, he’s since retired, and the brave men and women who were responsible for saving lives that day have a special place in my heart. How could that not inspire me?
I sit here today haunted, angered, saddened and inspired, and I know, no matter how many years pass, I will Never Forget.