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Why We Can Never Forget September 11th
It’s the morning of September 11, 2020.
I wish I would have thought to write this earlier in the week. Somehow this day snuck up on me today. In the midst of the global pandemic and so much unrest in our country, one of the most historic days in my lifetime has seemingly taken a backseat. It wasn’t until I turned on the TV, just in time for the moment of silence to honor the first tower going down, that I realized what day it was.
That troubles me. On so many levels.
Growing up, I remember my parents talking about the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated. You’d be hard-pressed to find someone that lived through that era that couldn’t tell the story of exactly what they’d been doing when that news broke. November 22, 1963. A day similar in impact to September 11th. Neither day should ever be forgotten, and it’s up to those of us who remember to remind the world why those events are so significant.
Looking back
So, what was I doing 19 years ago at this very moment? Sitting in my car waiting to drop my three-year-old off at the front door of her preschool, along with another neighbor girl. The line was moving slowly and the girls in the backseat were already trying to get out of…
