I was glued to my television early this morning as the names of the fallen were read aloud. It seems that with every passing year the pain only seems to get even stronger. The reading of the names was even more poignant and moving this year for two reasons; the first being that the weather in New York City today was just as it was on that fatal morning; sunny, bright and crisp. The second was due to the fact that some of those who read the names and invoked their lost loved ones were children, some of whom hadn't even been born at the time of the attacks.
We were once again reminded of the courage with which both Firefighters and Police Officers met this catastrophe head on. They were the first responders who put their lives on the line and served their fellowmen in need, selflessly running into the burning towers. While most of us watched in horror from the comfort of our homes they were in the trenches, saving lives and comforting survivors. On that day for many of us life as we knew it changed undoubtedly but remarkably one thing remained intact thereby affording us hope in the midst of such confusion and despair and that was to bear witness to the strength and resilience of the human spirit.
A day of remembrance, reflection, gratitude and pride.We will forever be proud of all those who gave their lives and to whom we made this vow on September 11, 2001; We will never forget.... God bless America.
Where were you when the world stopped turning?