This date will always bring back that beautiful, sunny day in 2001 for me. It was just a normal, happy day with normal, happy things. I dropped my daughters off at school and preschool and had pulled some laundry out of the dryer and turned on Fox News to watch while I folded it. They were reporting on a plane that had flown into one of the twin towers. I thought how horrible that a small plane had crashed into that building (I had no idea it was a commercial aircraft as the scale is impossible to really understand on TV). As I was watching, the second plane struck the second tower.
Acting on instinct, I jumped to my feet and sped toward my girls. I wanted them with me because I had no idea how wide spread this attack was, but I knew in that moment (as did most Americans watching) that we were under attack. That day was shocking to me. In the current environment we live it, I wouldn’t be surprised at all by such an attack. That’s how much the world has changed in 15 years. It has totally flipped upside down. No longer are we just living normal happy days, but we are always expecting the next 9/11. It shouldn’t be this way, but it is.
During times like this, I really do try to focus on the people who are brave, who run to help others, and who protect us the best they can. It keeps the world somewhat normal still for me.
Among the initial victims of 9/11 were 343 firefighters, 60 police officers, 8 EMTs/paramedics. They gave their lives because they ran into the buildings to try to save others.