Ten years. It's hard to believe that ten years ago my generation experienced our first major national disaster. It is a day that we'll all recall for the rest of our lives. I went to New York City and Washington D.C. for the first (and only time so far) less than two months before the attacks occurred. I was up on the observatory deck in one of the World Trade Center towers with my family. When one of the teachers at my high school walked into my second period algebra class, I really couldn't believe what had happened. Watching the smoke pour out of the twin towers on TV, thinking about the people I saw working in the gift shop, at the ticket counters, etc. ... it was all too much. To top it all off, it should have been a happy day! September 11th is my best friend's birthday. Now, for the rest of her life, her birthday is overshadowed by a horribly tragic event.
I saw the cover of People magazine, and it featured a child that lost a parent on September 11th. I can't imagine what it was like to be in NYC or D.C. today with all of the families and friends of those who lost their lives. I remember hearing all of the stories. I am still so proud (correct adjective?) of the passengers who took over their flight from the terrorists. They knew what was going to happen, so they called their loved ones. As Hugh Grant talked about in the beginning of "Love Actually," none of their messages were of hate, they were all of love. It's amazing what ordinary citizens and our military servicemen and women have done to protect us. God bless them all!
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Happy Birthday, BK! You're the best friend a girl could ever wish, hope, or pray for!
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