It is September 11th. Every year there is a September 11th. Every year on September 11th the world stops and remembers that one day 7 years ago....the day that changed our history. The day so many people lost their lives, the day so many people lost their loved ones, the day the United States lost its innocence.
I will be the first to admit that as an American I felt kind of invincible before that day. We were the biggest, baddest, safest nation in the world. We had people. People to make sure the bullies didn't come in and take our lunch money. People to go after the bullies before we had to deal with them. I was wrong. We have people, but those people are human. They work their asses off to keep us safe, but they aren't miracle workers. No matter how hard they try, how well they do their job, they can't fix everything.
I didn't know anyone who lost their lives that day. My sister knew one lady who brought her kids to day care at the same place my niece went. She brought her kids to daycare that day and never came back. Her husband was there picking up the kids when my sister went to get my niece. He was sitting outside, not able to go in. He said he knew the kids would want to know where mommy was and he would have to say "I don't know." He didn't know. He knew she had been in a building but he wouldn't learn until later that she never made it back out.
I still think often of the policeman, firemen, paramedics and other rescue workers who ran toward the buildings. They wanted to help. Their training said "run toward the fire and help people." They did what they were trained to do. May God bless them all.