Remembering 9/11

Today, when I put our flag out, I didn't stop to think about why I did so. I put it up as a remembrance. So often, we as people forget the past. And as I drove Charlie to school, it was the only one I saw. On the morning of September 11, 2001, after the initial shock and grief, one of my first outward actions was to put the flag out. I'm not a flag waver by nature, but it seemed right at the time. It was an instinctual show of solidarity, of defiance against the idealogy of hate, and a remembrance of those innocent souls who'd perished.

I thought about why I was putting the flag out today, on this 8th anniversary of the attacks. We remember those who died, but we also give thanks for the love that was outwardly demonstrated that day; the ordinary men and women who rose above their circumstances and put their hand out to help their neighbor. So many stories of bravery and selflessness were told in the days following the attacks. The people of Manhattan, from different backgrounds and religions, who reached out to each other. The heroes of Flight 93 and the Pentagon. They cared about their fellow human beings, often putting the safety of strangers above their own. Heroes, true heroes, were made that day.

On September 11th, 2001, we as a people showed that hate will not overpower love and human kindness. The strength of the human spirit is astounding and will not be overtaken. I truly believe this.

We remember all of the heroes of 9/11.


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