(Photo from Time.)
Yesterday I was running around in the van, rushing from meeting to meeting to appointment, and I turned on the radio. One of the talk show hosts on A.M. radio was re-playing audio from the morning of 9/11. I listened to about 20 seconds of it, realized that I was crying, and quickly turned the radio off.
I still remember, and in some ways it still feels like yesterday. I remember the horror of that day, the hours while I waited to hear if my brother (in NY) and many friends (in NY and DC) were okay (they were, thank God). Racing out of my job high up in a building in downtown Houston to get my baby from daycare; hugging her and crying and wondering what type of a world she would grow up in.
I fear there are many people who have already forgotten that day. Who have become complacent.
I am not one of them.
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