Sept. 11 was the day I...
I was in the car taking my son to school when I heard about it. Most of the rest of what I did that day is similar to what so many others have posted here.
So I want to take a different angle at this.
September 11th 2001 was the day...:
-That people, not just in New York City, but across the country, decided to treat each other a little nicer, at least for a while.
-That Americans remembered why we are proud of our country and our freedom
-That Americans remembered what our flag stood for. Call it jingoism if you will, but I see nothing wrong with millions of Americans not only deciding they were proud of their country, but wanted to go out of their way to display its symbol to show that pride.
-That policemen and firemen got a little bit of the recognition they have always deserved for the difficult and dangerous jobs they do.
-That friends remembered friends, that relatives called each other up to say, "hi," that people gained a little perspective on the things in their lives that are really important.
-That I saw all the best things that make us Americans--Courage, Compassion, Determination, Love, and Support, to name just a few.
America may have its drawbacks, and it will always have its detractors, both from within and without, but it's my home, and I love it. Most of us here do. And many of us had begun to take it for granted, that it would always be there and that nothing could threaten us.
September 11 was the day that I learned what it meant to be an American.