9/11

Every year 9/11 comes around I get a little choked up, I feel a little fuzzy, I have a heavy heart, I sit down and recall that day 12 years ago like it was yesterday.  It was a day that changed so many things, it was a day that Americans no longer felt free, it was a day that made us think if  this could happen now it could happen again.  We all remember where we were, we remember watching the news for what seemed to be 100 straight hours.  America wanted and demanded answers, but at the same time we were grieving the thousands of lives lost in this senseless act of violence.  For the first time we did not have the upper hand, we were vulnerable, and for what seemed like weeks America was searching for answers.  Conspiracy theories flooded the web, the two political sides bashed each other, America was in denial.  We watched rescue workers have total disregard for their own safety to help the wounded, we watched firefighters and police officers climb, dig, transport the injured.  We watched men and women become heros.  It was amazing to watch New York City come together during this catastrophic event.  I don't know how they did it, I would have been frozen, I would have not been able to move after seeing the destruction, hearing the noises, and thinking about the lives that were lost.  2,996 people died that day in September. 2,996 people who were either going to work, at work, New York City tourists, locals, paramedics, fire fighters, police officers, whoever.  They were taken from the world on a day that they woke up and never fathomed that any of this would happen.  It was a day that seems like more of a dream than a reality.  I know it seems kind of redundant but I will never forget.

Hugs and Handpounds,

Czar