The grief, the thankfulness, both happening in a place where the choices are made … to NOT forget the attack on the U.S., September 11, 2001.
That morning I walked into the men’s shelter I worked at, the chapel, and stood with a group of guys I worked with, looking up at the huge screen on the wall. We were quiet, and stunned, watching footage of two different buildings spewing smoke; and the harsh footage replayed of the two planes flying directly into those buildings. At some point, the news commentator communicated a report that had just come in, about a third plane that had crashed into the Pentagon. Then John, standing next to me, his eyes expressionless, said in a low voice “Its still going on.”
I cannot fathom the courage, the thoughts of those who faced death, the first responders. Remembering is a sacred piece of who we are.