09/11/2024
I still remember where I was and how I heard about the first plane on on 9/11/2001. I was at Ashland University and I was getting ready for class. I didn’t have cable in my dorm room, so I did not have the TV on. A friend called from Columbus and asked if I saw what was going on and I had no idea. I ran down to the first floor public TV and saw the coverage. Amazingly no one seemed to know what was going on yet. That would change quickly.
That day I had the epiphany that college was not the real world (sounds ridiculous typing it now). Not that my classmates were insensitive, but they were naive and out of touch with the real world…especially about what the ramifications were going to be and how this would change our lives going forward. On September 12th, I went home to be with family until classes restarted.
For those several days, like everyone else, I watched wall to wall coverage. I learned about real heroes. Police, firefighters, and regular citizens who took matters into their own hands to save or protect others at the expense of their own lives. In those trying times, America showed that when pushed, we will rally together. We argue and we fight with each other, but like bickering siblings, when outsiders attack us, we put our differences aside and come together in the real world to protect each other.
September 11th, 2001 was the single most tragic day I can remember in my life. September 12th, 2001 and the weeks following were some of the greatest moments of unity I will ever see and remember. I will never forget and my heart will forever be broken for those who lost so much on that day. On the other side, I dream of a day that our country can once again rally and come together again like we did in the days and weeks that followed. In a world that feels so broken these days, we cannot forget what we lost 23 years ago and how we united to put it all back together.