I heard the broadcasts this morning, “It’s been seventeen years.” Each year as September 11 approaches we are called to remember the day when the unthinkable happened. We will remember exactly where we were and what we were doing the moment we first heard the news that our great and powerful nation was attacked on our soil. That day in New York City there were no Republicans, no Democrats, no white, black, brown, yellow, or purple. There were Americans fighting to survive together. We are called to remember as one nation “indivisible with liberty and justice for all.” Let us remember, let us never forget that all that we hold so dear can be gone in the blink of an eye.
For the first responders and families who lost a loved one, the remembrance has been 17 years. Each day they wake up without a mom or a dad, son, brother, sister, wife. They may wake up with a scar, an illness from the fallen debris or ash-filled air. All I have left is to pray for their continued peace and strength as I promise never to forget and tell the stories to the next generation.
Let us not forget, let us not take our freedoms for granted. We are not perfect as a nation, but it is possible to make it work.