Sorry about the font size earlier. I posted from a friend's computer and it was a little bootleg.
Our parents can remember where they were when Dr. King, John Kennedy and Bobby Kennedy were assassinated. Our generation, while blessed to never have to have dealt with an assassination, we have had to deal with one of the greatest tragedies in our nation's history. And we remember...
I remember exactly where I was when I found out about the Trade Centers. I had 2 job interviews that day. I needed a job so I had to get moving. I heard on the radio that a plane had hit one of the towers but I didn't think much of it. I figured the pilots had made a tragic error but nothing more. I hadn't even bothered to turn on the television.
I went to my interview and found everyone sitting around watching a small black and white television. It was only then that I found out that it had not been one plane but possibly 4. I finished my first interview and went to my second. The information was still sketchy at that point and all I wanted to do was get home and find out what the hell was going on.
I spent the remainder of the day in front of the television. At points there were tears running down my face. I could not understand how someone would do this on purpose. I had to fight the hate that welled up in me. My heart ached for the victims, for the families of victims...for my country.
And now, half a decade later, the pain is still fresher than I would have thought. As I sit here watching memorial services and actual footage of that day, my heart still hearts. The tears still come. I still remember that day. It feels like it just happened. And it didn't even happen to me.
My prayers go out to the families of the victims. And I know that I will never forget. And I hope you won't either.