Today is a day that I think no one will never forget.
September 11th, ’01. 8:45 a.m.
I was in LA that day, scheduled to fly to NY at 5pm. My friend called me, woke me up and said; “You’re not going to NY.” What? Turned the TV on to see the 2nd plane hit the tower. I immediately called my dad. “Dad, I think we’re at war.” He turned the TV on, got quiet. He said, “I hope we don’t go to war.” “Why?” “Those who want a war, have never been in a war.” Then he started to cry. That was the first time I ever heard my dad cry.
I’ve heard many stories about that day. Stories of fear, bravery, survival. No matter where we were that day, we will never forget. And we will always be grateful for what this country gives us. Hope, courage, community.
To those we lost; we will always miss you.
To those who survived; we will always remember your strength.
To those who helped us, we will always remember your bravery.
A day we will never forget.