Do you remember where you were on September 11, 2011?
I was brushing my teeth and getting ready for school. I used to watch the news in the morning and I remember seeing the Breaking News flash on the screen to let viewers know about the plane that had crashed into the First Tower.
With toothpaste foam on the sides of my mouth I called my mom over to the television where we both watched, horrified, as the second plane crashed into the Second Tower.
I wasn't in New York experiencing the horrible moments of that day.
I was thousands of miles away, but the effect of seeing the planes smash into the towers, the smoke billowing from the Pentagon and the terrible, terrible images of people jumping from the Towers to their deaths and all of the other events that occurred that day still radiates a very distinct feeling of emotion deep in my core.
So much has happened to our country since that day.
So much has yet to happen.
My children are growing up in a country that has known war for far too long.
We are living in a country where trust in ourselves and our neighbors is wary at best.
My husband has joined the National Guard and could possibly join the Army to go active duty in the very near future. Deployment would be inevitable.
So, September 11 has very much affected my life and is still a very large part of my life today.
I am thankful to live in a country where so many men and women are working to protect the greater good and people of their country.
It affects us all and we should never take it for granted.
Today is not a day for posts about my children, talking about toots or the woes of sleepless nights.
Today is a day to remember all of the victims and heroes of September 11. Today is a day to remember everyone who is still affected from those events and to be thankful for the people working to prevent further atrocities from happening.