I can remember exactly where I was 13 years ago. It seems like we all can. We know exactly what we were doing when we found out. I walked in my living room to see my mom hysterically crying, sitting on our coffee table just staring at the TV. My dad was trying to rent the last car in Ohio to drive home to New Jersey, frantically trying to contact us.
What happened to our country and the world 13 years ago was a horrific tragedy, and it should never be forgotten.
This is the first year I’ve been in New York on the anniversary, and there’s something about being here that gives this date even more significance.
Last night as I watched Peter’s soccer game on Sinatra fields in Hoboken, I walked over to the edge of the Hudson. Staring at the city was overwhelming. The light in honor of September 11th, 2001 shone more brightly than anything I’ve ever seen. It seemed to go right into the heavens. It was one of the most powerful sights I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t do anything but sit, stare, pray, and remember.
Sometimes, we need to just sit and remember. Sit and pray for those victims and their families, friends, and loved ones. Sit and give thanks for all of the good we have in our lives. Our freedom. Those who have given their lives to secure and protect it.
Today, I ask that as we remember the victims and heroes of 9/11, you also ask yourself a few questions.
We only get one life – are you doing everything you can to live yours to the fullest? Many lives have been lost to protect our freedoms – are you doing everything you can to pursue them? Many people never got to say goodbye – are you telling your loved ones how much you love them?
Today is a day to remember. It’s a day to stand strong together. And it’s a day to realize just how important our lives are, and the incredible things we are made for.
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