On September 11th, 2001 I was homeschooling my kids – so I had slept in a tiny bit. I woke up and as I came down the hall to make my coffee, the p hone rang. It was my Mom, telling me to turn on the TV. I turned it on, adjusting my eyes still, and my breath was knocked out of me. “We’re under attack!” she told me.
I had chills. Nothing like this had ever happened in America. In my dad’s days of serving our country, in WWII, when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, it was military against military, not cowardly terrorists harming innocent men, women and children in the name of a religious war. The image of dozens upon dozens of people jumping out of the towers still haunts me today. The thought of all those children on one of the flights that crashed into the Trade Centers makes me furious with the terrorists.
While we saw the worst of what humanity has to offer in the terrorists, we also saw the best of humankind. I have never seen such unity and love – I recall hearing how even prisoners had raised money for victims of 9/11. As our fear and sadness subsided, anger and revenge built up in me.
I was proud to see our President, George W Bush standing atop the rubble and reassuring me that our great nation was not going to take this lying down. I love our country and its citizens – Republicans, Democrats and even non-political. I love our economic policies where each one of us has the ability to soar if we want to. I love America and I remember those precious lives that were lost or ruined that day by the hatred and evil that descended on us.
Thank God for our soldiers out there fighting to keep the war off our ground. America has always been and always will be great – and no amount of attacks can lessen that.