A decade. 10 years ago today. We all know what happened on that fateful day and for most of us 9/11 seems like only yesterday. Its hard to know the impact that September 11, 2001 had on all of our lives, but every American life was in some way changed.
As a child of the 80's and 90's I grew up in a world that seemed safer and had an economy that seemed stronger. It seemed like nothing could take away those two things. The year before 9/11 I lost a parent and with that I lost the remainder of my innocence and childhood. Yet, I still felt safe in the world. Attacks on America were things that could only happen in movies & even then normally only came in the form of alien invasions. After 9/11 it took awhile before I felt safe again & I wonder if I will ever feel 100% safe. 9/11 changed how secure all of us felt. The terrorists not only attacked America on that day, but they used our own planes to do it. Call me naive, but I always felt like there was this imaginary shield protecting the United States and on that day we all found out how wrong that notion was. Sometimes it still seems unreal, but then there are reminders, such as a friend going off to war, longer travel security lines, etc. My generation is a generation that knows of the outcome of evil and the terror of being attacked. My generation also knows of the great sacrifice of heros and the true meaning of being proud to be an American. With all of the media coverage for this anniversary came stories about those born on or after 9/11. Its interesting to hear how some of them see it as an event in history - much like I would have viewed WWI & II - while still feeling the ramifications of those events.
With all of the bad & all of the changes there is still good. So many heros sacrificed on 9/11 and have every day since fighting for our freedom. Strangers helped strangers, "everyday" people became heros & many lost their lives in order to save lives of others.
I had the opportunity to go to my childhood church this weekend for the first time since this past Christmas. I must say I have never heard music as beautiful as the patriotic songs that filled the pews this weekend. At the end of mass, when most people are normally scrambling to be the first one out the door the National Anthem was sung. Not one person left early. Everyone was united as one, the way we should be.
I think that is how we can truly honor the heros. Being united and loving this country. Hate is what cause this, but love is how we all can heal.
For as much as I love Jay-Z I don't think I've ever heard his music sound better:
God Bless America.
















