ππΊπΈ Twenty-Three πΊπΈπ
While the memories of twenty-three years ago are vivid they also feel distant.
Every year since 2001 I have struggled with the words for this day; this year I realized why.
In 2001 I was a senior in high school in California. I did not know anyone on the planes or in the towers but I remember feeling as though the world had changed.
As the years passed I would come to know a handful who narrowly escaped tragedy (due to the burnt toast theory) and a few people who lost loved ones on 9/11.
They have one thing in common, the knowledge that while so much of our country changed on this day twenty-three years ago and we witnessed America weakened, when the dust settled we saw her strength.
My hope is for 9 /11 to remind Americans of the hope, bravery, and strength this country was built on. The unity that came out of a hate-filled tragedy and the pride we felt seeing our flag.
But this hope is for tomorrow.
Today we remember the 2,977 lives lost and families still grieving; and, we honor the brave men and women who ran into danger.Β
Never forget. πΊπΈ




