Remembering

Ten years ago, I was nineteen. My sister was about to turn eighteen. We were both in college in Los Angeles, both of us very close to Los Angeles International Airport.

Ten years ago, I spent hours at my sister's apartment while we tried to call our parents to check in, to reassure them, to share our horror and shock.

Ten years ago, I discovered that I had a patriotism that I had not previously acknowledged, and I cried for people that I had never met.

I would hope that since ten years have passed, the world is a more peaceful place. But I know that it isn't.

9/11 was an almost unbelievable day. But one that should not be forgotten, and one  that should teach all of us something.  I remember that day. I will always remember it.