I can still see the images on tv
A jet hitting a tower. Then another jet into the second tower. Then the collapse. And the Pentagon. A field in Pennsylvania.
The worry about friends and family living in NYC. The tears as the death toll of civilians, fire fighters, EMTs, and police rose.
The horror of seeing bodies falling out of one tower, those seeking a faster death than the one they faced.
The messages from people aboard a doomed jet to their families, friends, or loved ones as civilians fought terrorists and winning, willingly put the plane into a field.
The feeling of unbelief as it all unfolded.
Students in my class would be in their early to mid 30s by now. I doubt they will forget the days of fear and uncertainty that followed. I know I never will.
It changed our lives forever.
But it also showed an America that was united in the sorrow and in the anger.
We made flying safer. We regulated what can be brought on board. Changes were made to how security operated at airports. No fly lists were expanded. We started taking off our shoes.
I hope you took time to remember those whose lives ended that day, and those who lost family members, and those who developed cancers and other diseases because of their exposure to the dust and smoke.
Let us never forget the heroes and the victims of that day.
Peace and Love
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