It feels like it was just yesterday. I'm sure 40 years from now I will feel the same way. The disbelief, the sadness, most notably the anger. There was also confusion on what exactly was going on. The World Trade Center had been attacked, the Pentagon had been attacked, but were there more to come? Reports of evacuations, car bombs, and other planes hijacked, was every city going to be bombed? Was ours? I had a wonderful friend who worked in uptown Charlotte, and I was scared for her. And then-in a brief moment of astonishment followed by rage-I watched as the first tower fell. I had no doubt that the second was not far behind.
Even five years after that day, it is hard to write about 9/11. Hard not to become overwhelmed by the feelings. They creep back out from the recessed memories imprinted in my mind that cool crisp morning. I sat earlier today behind my TV much like I did 5 years ago, watching the events in real-time. I think it's important to watch it. Subconsciously we like to bury the emotions because they are just too painful. Not because we want to forget, but because we are preprogrammed that way. "Time heals all wounds" they say. However, it is for that very reason that I watch again. I don't want to forget even the smallest detail of that day. We all came together as a nation that day. There were no races, nor political differences. It was one nation, aimed and determined to find resolve. Perhaps if we all can remember 9/11 as if it were today, we could all be one again.
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