This is one of the events where everyone old enough will remember where they were and what they were doing when they got the news that a plane had hit the WTC. A guy I worked with came in and said he had heard on the car radio that a plane had hit. We though it must have been a light aircraft. In a few more minutes we were to find out the shocking truth.
All of us grieve for the people who lost their lives. We also remember the family and friends and what thoughts must be in their minds on this day.
I was so very proud in the following days, weeks, and even today when I see the outpouring of patriotism demonstrated from all corners of America. From New York City to the west coast, from big cities to small towns in mid America, we all joined hands as Americans. We put aside being Republican or Democrat. We put aside being being black, white, red, or yellow. Wealthy persons and poor persons saw the same tragic events. My faith in my fellow Americans was restored. Out of that horrible attack came a renewed sense of caring for our neighbors, whether we actually knew them or not.
The world changed for many people that day.
God bless America!