Today, I realized it was 9/11 only at the end of the day…and I felt ashamed for not having taken the time to remember the importance of this day for America and the world.
When I was in 6th grade, I woke up to a world that was radically changed even though I was not aware of it at the time. My first memory of that day was of Mom saying, “Terrible” as she looked at the horrific images on the cover of The Straits Times.
I think the things that is wrong with forgetting to take time to remember does not center around the event itself but rather the significance and sacrifice of what 9/11 means. Our world is no longer the same because of the choice a group of men made that fateful morning. We can no longer return to a pre-9/11 world.
For many, the very concept of a world before 9/11 no longer exists because of the individual’s and loved ones who were ripped out of the tapestry of their lives. These mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, grandfathers, and grandmothers will never have the same life they had before those towers came crashing down.
I hope I remember this day with more clarity next year not necessarily because I want to honor these people’s deaths-I do believe we should honor and remember the horror and the tragedy. But I think it would be a crime to let 9/11 pass by and not let us effect us in such a way that we are moved to be better people.
Today, I thank the men and women who died saving the lives of hundreds in the aftermath of the collisions. I honor those who are lost and pray for their families. But most importantly, I pray and ask God for the courage to live a better life with each passing day.