September 11, 2001 is a date I don't think any American will ever forget. I certainly won't. I remember my heart sinking when I woke up and my mom told me. We sat glued to the TV watching the terror unfold all day. A year later my husband and I went to New York on our Honeymoon. It was the year anniversary of 9/11. We went down to Ground Zero and paid our respects. I remember the extreme sense of pride I had to be an American and how many Americans united at that time. I remember the patriotism and how you'd see American flags everywhere you went. If you hurt one of us, you hurt all of us.
I wish there was no such thing as hate. No such thing as war. A world where we could all value each other as human beings and respect our differences. The lyrics to John Lennon's "Imagine" come to mind. I want nothing more than for my children to grow up in a world filled with love and respect. A world where there is no evil. I guess that's an unattainable dream, but it's one to strive for.
One of the passengers of Flight 93, Tom Burnett, was from my city.. Here's a few pictures from the street named after him today.