There are certain days of my youth that I remember very well. You know what I’m talking about, for you remember those days too. I’m talking about the kind of days that changed the pages of our history books. For example, I remember coming home from school as a fifth grader and having the television images of the Oklahoma City bombing be forever etched in my mind. I was only in Jr. High when Princess Diana died, but like the rest of the world, I watched her funeral from my living room thousands of miles away. As a freshman in high school, I vividly remember the Columbine shootings that took away my generation’s high school innocence with the enforcement of metal detectors, school cameras and security officers sharing school hallways with students. But above all of these markers in history, I remember September 11, 2001. I remember this day like it was yesterday.
I was a senior in high school at the time. When the first plane hit, I was in a first hour study hall with just a few other kids. I remember my teacher turning on the radio to listen to the news after he was informed about the first tower being hit by an airplane. Before second hour was over, the news had reported that the second tower had been hit as well as the Pentagon. By lunch time, I was very aware that my country was under attack. Being only seventeen at the time, I soon realized that this act of terror meant that America
It’s hard to believe that it has been ten years since that dreadful day. While it is important to remember the horrors of that day, it is also important to remember that heroes rose above the ashes that day. Let us never forget the first responders that walked up the steps of those towers, many of them knowing that they would not make it back down. Let us never forget the office workers who stopped to save the lives of others and lost their lives in return. Let us never forget that aboard the same aircraft as the terrorist were civilian men and women fighting in a war that they did not enlist in, for this war did not exist when they woke up that morning.
We can not escape the death of that tragic day, but we can also not escape the heroism that was born that day among our American citizens. The enemy took many things away from us that day, but they can not take away the sacrificial acts of kindness that were shown in offices, stairwells and aircrafts that very same day. Nor can they take away the sacrifices that were made by the soldiers that would proudly put on an American uniform in days to follow and fight for our freedom in a dessert land far away from home, or by the volunteers that would dig through the piles of rubble for the following days and months after the towers collapsed, or by the construction workers that would spend the next ten years turning the piles of ashes and debris into a beautiful memorial for all Americans to honor those who lost their lives on that day. While the enemy took away our innocence and with it thousands of lives on that horrific day, they can not take away the American spirit that existed ten years ago and still exist today.
