It’s the same feeling I get in the pit of my stomach every time I watch Rudy, or the feeling I get when I feel realized my parents wouldn’t be together forever. There’s only so many things that you can equate to a feeling like this. It’s the heaviness the builds up in your tear ducts as you try to hold so much back. But don’t feel like you aren’t allowed to be emotional. I mean it guys, don’t worry about the need to be the strong, dominate figure for those that look up to you. In retrospect, I have more respect for those that understand how important today is for America and the people that can express it than people that want to act like it’s just another day. 9/11 was a day that no one will forget and no one should forget.
Where were you when you first learned of the planes crashing into the World Trade Center towers and the Pentagon? Chances are, if you don’t remember it’s because you are too young and can’t remember. Everyone has their own story and none is less significant than the other. I was still in high school at the time and my school had a common 25 minute break between the morning periods for kids to snack, bullshit, finish homework at the last second, all that fun stuff and I remember walking into the main lobby to find several people sitting around televisions in shock. I had no idea what was going on. By the time I realized they weren’t watching some weird adaptation of a Keanu Reeves flick and that it was actually real-life. Most kids at my school either lived in or around Washington DC and were running to call parents to make sure they were okay. I called mine to hear an update on my Uncle who was works for the SEC and was next to the Pentagon when the crash happened. Even though he wasn’t hurt and the cause for my worry may have been a bit misguided, to know that the feeling I had was only a fraction of what it must have felt like to have actually had someone die in the attacks is unfathomable.
So when I think about all the terrible things in the news recently that unfortunately will be front and center tomorrow, I ask for one thing: remember the fallen, remember how this makes you feel, remember why you love this country, and never forget. Have respect for the nearly 3,000 people that died that day and put aside all other bullshit.