9/11/01 I was sophomore in highschool. I was in the office meeting with my academic advisor for the school year and the secretary said " a plane hit the World Trade Center" well I'll be honest....I didn't even know what the World Trade Center was. I had no reason to know this and it didn't really affect me. Later in my Chemistry class I was watching the news when the second plane hit. I don't know that it really registered with me what was happening until later on. Now 10 years later I am a married mother and my husband is a firefigther. He's a first responder. He is a man that will run into a building when it's not safe and he will stay with his crew until the end. Just like the 343 of 9/11 did. I hope to God that he never has to experience a tragedy like that. I hope to God that I don't lose him in the line of duty. I hope he's an old old man who's live a very long life before he dies. But that's neither here nor there. What's important is that I live a life knowing how passionate he is about his calling. I know that I could very well be a widow of a disaster like 9/11. And I'm okay with that-it stays in the back of my mind.
But there are countless people and families that lost their spouses, friends, sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. 10 years later the pain has probably eased some, but it's never forgotten. And we can't forget what happened that day to this country too. Many of us experienced War first hand. The United States was, for a short few hours, the frontline of War. Thousands of our military have now experienced 10 years worth of war. I feel for their families. To live through deployment to not know if your family member is coming home. To experience the loss of a family member at war. Unimaginable.
I hope I never experience anything like 9/11-ever again. I hope that we never forget how the nation felt that day. How United we became as a nation-and I hope that we can find that unity again...without the tragedy.
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