There’s probably not too many people that were alive on September 11, 2001 that don’t know where they were and what they were doing when they got the news. My middle child was only one at the time and even he knows the story of where he was. It was something that had a profound impact on each of us; no matter our race, religion, income, or beliefs.
I am the kind of person that always tries to find good in any situation (almost to a fault…just ask my husband). I remember the days following that national tragedy and seeing the patriotism that came from it. I remember seeing the need that people had to be connected, to help anyone, anywhere. I remember thinking, “We are different now and I hope some things never change.” I made promises to myself that I would not forget and I would stay changed.
This past week, as I listened to the radio and the DJ asked the listeners to reflect on the messages of hope that they gained from September 11th, I was reminded of that hope I had that WE wouldn’t change. Ten years later, we have not forgotten, but are we honoring? Are we honoring those that were lost by keeping the commitments we made in the days following the tragedy?
This past week, as I have pondered, I have recommitted myself to those changes that were good and gave me hope in the days and months following the tragedy. I will work harder to be better and be that vision of hope that I had back then.
What about you? Were there messages of hope you gained from September 11th? If you don’t mind sharing, I would love to hear about them in the comments!