We can all remember where we were and what we were doing when that day happened. The day was like any other at the beginning, but was like none other when it ended.
I can remember being in the radio business on that day and when the first plane hit, I was on my way to work. When I was told about it, I assumed what everyone else did, that it was some kind of horrible accident. I can remember the feeling I felt when someone said, “Hey, the second tower was just hit.” Immediately, we all knew that we were under attack. But, there is so much more than the attacks to remember from that day and the days following.
I can remember the eerie feeling in the next day or two when I looked up at the sky and knew no one was flying. Where I lived at the time, we were used to seeing contrails and other evidence that planes were up there. Not those days.
I also remember one thing that I continue to take with me everywhere. We were all united. There was no Republican, no Democrat, nothing but rooms full of Americans. While we enjoy fighting with one another over politics or anything else, we were united as a people in those days. We all agreed that those who did this had to pay the price.
While we have returned to partisan bickering, those days remind me that we still have the ability to unite. We still have the ability to set aside our differences and be Americans. We have not lost that ability, but sadly, something tragic had to remind us. Still, it is possible that we can be united as Americans again. My hope is that we find our way to that feeling again. Unity we do need, tragedy we don’t.
(photo by flickr user Shane Adams, license here)