Ten years have passed... but it is a day that will never be forgotten. I will always remember where I was when I first heard and the circumstances of that day for me. I am sure we will all remember it. Today while reading and watching multiple memorial tributes and articles, I thought on more than circumstances, I looked at actions and emotions. That day was not only awful and tragic, it was hopeful. For a short moment in time we came together. Hearts were opened. Kindness was the rule. We could have stuck to our own and went within for self-protection but we did not. We reached out. We cried for one another, held each other, prayed for each other. All of the strife and arguments that were so important the day before were no longer there. All we saw was what really mattered. We all felt the pain together.
I live far from New York. I have never been there. But on that day, I, too, felt threatened. I felt fear. But...I wanted to help. Everyone did. No one cared what religion or politics we followed, we were gentle with each other. I wish we could feel that every day, not amidst such tragedy of course, but remember that with the pain came bravery, kindness, courage, goodness. So many reaching out in the only ways they knew to everyone they saw. When I remember that day, I remember love. We felt a love for one another that should abound each day. We should be more like we were that day. We should love and give and face our challenges with the courage of those lost that day. We should seek out those that need in whatever way they need and help in whatever way we can. We should be gentle and kind with everyone. It was a horrible event that inspired greatness, who we really are as a nation. Today, I am truly proud to be an American.
I live far from New York. I have never been there. But on that day, I, too, felt threatened. I felt fear. But...I wanted to help. Everyone did. No one cared what religion or politics we followed, we were gentle with each other. I wish we could feel that every day, not amidst such tragedy of course, but remember that with the pain came bravery, kindness, courage, goodness. So many reaching out in the only ways they knew to everyone they saw. When I remember that day, I remember love. We felt a love for one another that should abound each day. We should be more like we were that day. We should love and give and face our challenges with the courage of those lost that day. We should seek out those that need in whatever way they need and help in whatever way we can. We should be gentle and kind with everyone. It was a horrible event that inspired greatness, who we really are as a nation. Today, I am truly proud to be an American.
