Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day? Have you forgotten? Does the flag still fly high from your front porch? Are the images still fresh in your mind? Do you find yourself a bit apprehensive whenever this day roles around? The mass chaos that followed in the years to come? Do you remember? I do.
I will not bore you with the details of where I was that day at the exact moment I heard about the Towers, I've already written that post and I'm not sure you would really care. I will however tell you how this day will and forever be written on my heart. The first real show of patriotism my generation ever lived through. Our boys leaving right from high school to become men in the military. Families discussing safe places, emergency food storage, and how to protect yourself on every level. Teachers helping rewrite history books to show how we survived and continued strong. Nick and I were heavily impacted in our teenage love for each other. These events spiraled us into a whirlwind romance that had us getting married young so we could "live the life we had left" together. We seriously thought that the world we knew was ending. And it did for awhile, then we picked back up and started again.
Now, 13 years later, we are married, we have a safe place, and emergency plan. We carry water and safety supplies in our cars. Nick knows that if anything should happen during a school day, I will be at school until the last kiddo leaves. When I look at my 3 year old students, I see a generation that does not know of this painful event in American history-not yet anyways. I see a generation that will have to answer for all the mistakes we made while trying to heal from this tragic event. I see a generation who is pure and in love with the American flag because it flies high and is red, white, and blue. They are our Hope, they are our Future. We will NEVER forget.
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