night was the 14th anniversary of the last night of America’s innocence, the
night before the world was forever changed. The night before many, including
me, found themselves marking time by that infamous day. “Oh yes. That was
just before 9/11, wasn’t it?” The last night we spent planning our flights
without considering our clothing choices so we can get through security faster.
The last night before many began to nervously observe their fellow passengers
for suspicious behavior or bags whether on planes, trains, or busses. The last
night. I cherish those memories of blissful ignorance.
It was also the last night, or should have been, of our placid outlook, our
lack of attention to the realities of the world beyond and within our borders.
The last night, or should have been, we took our nation, our freedom, and pride
in our country and fellow Americans for granted. The last night before we felt
compelled to become one, and put the pettiness aside.
Remember our lost citizens, their families, and the amazing stories of heroism
of first responders and those who helped others get through hell on earth, and
those that saved Washington by refusing to go down without a fight over
Shanksville, stories that still bring me to my knees in grateful tears.
Remember those moments, hold on to them. Neighbors reaching out to each other,
estranged family members coming together in unity, a sea of American flags
proudly waving everywhere, cops and firefighters who for a long time, were showered
with praise from all walks of life, and rightly so. Remember our defiance and
pledges to NOT let anyone take or shake our spirit.
I hope that people remember these moments as we mark the anniversary of that
awful day. It’s been a terrible year. It’s been a year of divisiveness. We need
to stop attacking each other, and come together as Americans, for that is who
God bless America. Stand beside her.