I have a new friend. He lives in New York. He was in my office a couple of weeks ago when I got up the courage to ask him what it was like to be in the city on “that day”. He described that Tuesday and the days that followed. It made me sick. It hurt my heart. It made me look back through a new lens. I will hold on to those words.
Then, I ran across this blog from Peggy Noonan – Eleven/9/11. (Not wanting the Wall Street Journal to sue me for copyright infringement, I’m just attaching the link.) It is definitely worth the read. It, too, caused me pause.
Yes, it happened to us as a country; but it happened to them as neighbors.
We watched. They lived it.
We can put it in a little box and get it out once a year. They just try to forget.
Me? I don’t ever want to forget. I don’t want to for how blessed I am. I don’t want to forget the sacrifices for me. Nor do I ever want to forget that it can all change in the blink of an eye.