If you're going to write, 9/11 is one of those days that you're supposed to write about. Ten years ago, the world as we knew it was rocked. Some people were touched by those events on a very personal level. Though I don't know anyone who lost someone that day, I would imagine that I'm no farther than six degrees from someone who was affected as an individual.
My hope, though, is that we've all been touched by that day and the days that followed, and still feel that touch. A lot of things can change in 10 years. Let's hope that many have...and that just as many have not.
I hope the fear that each day could bring tragedy has subsided. But I hope that we still believe each day is a joyous gift.
I hope that the pain of losing someone has eased. But I hope that the loving memories are still in our hearts.
I hope that the hatred and desire for revenge has dwindled. But I hope that we still feel proud to be American.
I hope that our suspicions about people based solely on their religion or ethnicity have diminished. But I hope that we continue to keep our eyes open and watch out for our neighbors and community.
I hope that the mob mentality that makes us act before thinking has waned. But I hope that we keep working with each other instead of just for ourselves.
I hope that everyday people don't have to make life-or-death decisions every day. But I hope that we don't lose our gratitude for everyday people doing heroic things.
I prayed before, I prayed then, and I still pray. I hope that we all find comfort in something beyond ourselves.
I flew an American flag before, I flew my flag then, and I still fly my flag. I hope that we all remain patriotic.
We all remember. And I hope we continue to remember--and hope--for more than 10 years.
My hope, though, is that we've all been touched by that day and the days that followed, and still feel that touch. A lot of things can change in 10 years. Let's hope that many have...and that just as many have not.
I hope the fear that each day could bring tragedy has subsided. But I hope that we still believe each day is a joyous gift.
I hope that the pain of losing someone has eased. But I hope that the loving memories are still in our hearts.
I hope that the hatred and desire for revenge has dwindled. But I hope that we still feel proud to be American.
I hope that our suspicions about people based solely on their religion or ethnicity have diminished. But I hope that we continue to keep our eyes open and watch out for our neighbors and community.
I hope that the mob mentality that makes us act before thinking has waned. But I hope that we keep working with each other instead of just for ourselves.
I hope that everyday people don't have to make life-or-death decisions every day. But I hope that we don't lose our gratitude for everyday people doing heroic things.
I prayed before, I prayed then, and I still pray. I hope that we all find comfort in something beyond ourselves.
I flew an American flag before, I flew my flag then, and I still fly my flag. I hope that we all remain patriotic.
We all remember. And I hope we continue to remember--and hope--for more than 10 years.
