I wasn’t alive when this happened. But, mommy’s talked about it, and I’ve seen pictures of it. It’s amazing to me sometimes how such resiliency and strength can exist in the human spirit. Because, I think the important thing to remember is not what they did (I mean we all know that there are truly evil humans in the world), but what we did; that we helped each other; we perservered; they couldn’t bring us down.
I think we should also remember all those touched by that day. Whether they lost their lives, gave their lives, barely escaped with their lives, or even worse, lost someone else.
Mommy’s told me her 9/11 story. What’s yours?