Several posts on Facebook over the last few days have asked the question: Do you remember where you were on 9/11/01?
I remember. I remember getting dressed and going in to work that morning thinking it was just like any other morning. I remember walking into the school and hearing TVs running. I remember wondering why, since that wasn’t policy. I remember, just a few feet inside the door, a teacher telling me that planes had flown into the Twin Towers. There was some debate as to whether there’d been an accident or whether we were under attack at that point. Not much, but a little. Within a very short time two more planes came down, and we knew.
I remember. I remember stories of those who helped others escape that day, who lost their own lives helping others. I remember stories of families who lost loved ones, who received that last call or message, and the strength it gave them even in their sorrow. I remember all those who fought for my country, our country, and came back. And I remember those who didn’t. I remember the lessons we learned that day and in the days following about hope, about continuing on, about giving of ourselves for others, because I continue to see that type of strength, love, sacrifice, and courage echoed in the faces of people I meet everyday. I remember, and I’m thankful.