Each generation seems to have that “never forget” date where we reflect on an incident that forever changed our lives. The Alamo, The Maine, Pearl Harbor and, for us, 9-11. September 11th, 2001, a day that a group of religious fanatics felt they were doing their God’s work by hijacking and crashing commercial jetliners and killing as many people as possible. You’ve got to wonder what kind of religion would consider killing large numbers of people “God’s work”, but if you review history, Muslims didn’t exactly corner the market on that one.
I’ve written several times about that fateful day, so rather than repeat myself, let me pass along the links of those blogs if you are so inclined.
Time helps the healing. With each year, it still hurts, but just a little bit less. I cannot even imagine what it would be like to have lost a family member that day. It is imperative that all of us never forget, to continue our vigilance, but also to try to live our lives the way we want. Catering to their threats and terrorist ways lets them win.
Observe the day, respect the day, but keep on living. Remember 9-11.