My day started like any other, but by the time it was over, the world (and I) had changed forever.
Before it was over, I found out that a young man who lived in my apartment was a passenger on one of the planes that struck the World Trade Center that day. Although I didn’t know him personally, it really brought home to me the reality of what happened.
My neighbors and I took part in a candlelight vigil for him and everyone else that was lost that day. It was one of the most powerful things I ever witnessed.
What I remember most was the renewed patriotism and sense of community that emerged out of a tragic event in our history. I also vividly remember a Kegger that happened not long after that day, and the entire parking lot of 2,000 or so people singing our national anthem. Another very powerful moment. One of those moments that stay with you forever. Sadly, I feel we’ve lost some of those sentiments during the past ten years.
The photo in this post¬†is from the display that travels the country, making stops every so often at the Nixon Library in Yorba Linda. When you actually see the fire truck and enormous steel fragments in person, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed.