Everything changed that day. What we knew as safe and expected; transformed into an era of confusion and fear. We didn’t know which way was up. We felt a unity we’ve never felt before, yet also a feeling of helplessness in our lack of individual power.
My sister was working for American Airlines. I had just returned from New York the Tuesday prior, spending Labor Day trouncing around like a know-it-all 21 year old in a city of endless experience. I awoke in my college house to a call from my then boyfriend, saying American Airlines had had some kind of “accident.” I turned the TV on in my room and overheard my roommates waking up and turning on the main TV. It was then we all witnessed the second plane. We had no idea what to do or what was happening. In a complete haze, I walked up the hill to class and saw my professor there, crying. She shook her head…there will be no class today. We embraced. The rest of the day is a blur as more and more happened and more was revealed.
In memory of all who passed, helpers who have since passed – humans and dogs, first responders and general public – and those families and friends still mourning. It’s not a cliché to say we won’t forget. Because we won’t.
Whether you are physically able to stand or not, on this 15th anniversary, think about what makes you stand tall. Consider those people who raise you up. Consider the ways you raise yourself up. Consider the trees, skyscrapers or skies that make you stretch a little higher.
Relish in your abilities and embrace this moment. With honor for those unable.
What makes YOU stand tall?
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