09/11/2026
I still remember where I was on September 11, 2001.
I was in 7th-grade math class. It was my first class of the day, and sometime around 8:00 that morning, we began hearing that something had happened in New York.
At that age, I don't think I could fully understand what was happening.
Twenty-five years later, I understand it differently.
I think about the 2,977 lives that were taken that day. I think about the firefighters, police officers, paramedics, and ordinary people who ran toward danger when every instinct would have told them to run away. I think about the passengers of Flight 93 who knew what was happening and chose to fight back.
Also, I think about what happened afterward.
For a brief time, Americans remembered that despite our differences, we were one people. Churches filled. People prayed. Strangers helped strangers. American flags were everywhere. There was grief, anger, fear, courage, faith, sacrifice, and unity all at once... Beautiful UNITY
Twenty-five years later, that may be one of the lessons worth remembering most:
We should not need tragedy to remind us that life is fragile, that courage matters, that our neighbors matter, that our country is worth caring for, and that we need GOD.
Today, remember those who never made it home.
Remember those who ran toward the towers..
Remember the families who have carried that loss for 25 years...
Remember the courage....
Remember the UNITY.....
And pray that we never forget.
September 11, 2001
Never forgotten.
#911
