19 years ago today.

Chris_Hamilton

Trying to be the best me, I can be
Hard for me to believe that it was 19 years ago today that the attacks on the World Trade Center and The Pentagon happened. 2,977 people lost their lives that day and more in the years to come from the after effects of the attacks that day. Now more than ever may we never forget.

Please take a moment today to remember that day, those who were lost, the many more who died and those who were wounded, many in life altering ways, in the fight against terrorism in the years since that dark day. Say a prayer or have a good thought for those people and be thankful we are Citizens of the United States.
I make no apologies for the United States of America. As Reagan said it is a "shining city upon a hill." The place where still, people of the world looking for a better life dream of coming too. Be Proud of your Country, Thank God for your Country, and may we all fight to continue to keep this Country great.
 
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I can't believe it has been almost 20 years. I do remember how close we all were as a country, and how quiet it was with no planes flying. Everyone always needs to remember there's way more that joins us than separates.

Also thinking about all the people that lost their life or loved ones that day...
 
Yes, I remember our country coming together and standing against those who would attack us. We need that type of patriotism to be a standard in our nation.

I was in the Bay Area at the time (Livermore) and the thing that sticks with me is that afternoon coming home early from work I started seeing lots of American Flags. By the next day they were everywhere. On cars, in the beds of trucks on a pole, in yards, businesses, everywhere. My neighborhood was a typical California suburb type, and people were all out of their houses crying with each other, talking, hugging. It was really amazing. We had a friendly neighborhood but nothing like this. For the next few weeks it was like that. One of the few positives that came out of that day.
The other thing about that day that stuck with me was how the BS of life gets cut away when something like that happens. None of it matters. The people you love are really the only thing important at a time like that. That was hard for me as I was 28 and single at the time and living 3000 miles away from my Mom and sister. I remember just wanting to talk to my Mom. My Dad had just died a few months prior so that made it harder for me, but I was so thankful that my next door neighbors were like second parents to me. Out of something horrific there was a lot of light. Just too bad that it could not last, and we can't all treat each other like that all the time.
 
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