Today is a day for reflection and remembrance of all those lost during the World Trade Center bombings back in 2001.
The years have gone by, but the memory of that tragic day still sticks out in my mind every anniversary.
I remember exactly where I was. I was a young boy then, only a freshman in high school. It was during my favorite class, Desktop Publishing and Multimedia, that two teachers came hurrying into the mac lab and Google'd the news that the Trade Center had been bombed by a hijacked plane. Myself and many of my classmates didn't even know what the Trade Center was at the time, but we knew for sure, by the grave expressions on our teacher's faces, that these events happening were horrifying and unthinkable.
We still had cross country practice that afternoon, and the running was good for us to deal with all the stories we were hearing. Friends left classes abruptly, having parents who worked at the towers, or who were on business there. Cell phones had no service for at least a day. The news was on at our house for hours until my mother couldn't watch any more and turned it off. She told us that we needed to pray for the souls of all those affected by the terrorist attacks, and we did.
My thoughts and prayers are with all those who are continually affected by these horrible attacks on our country. These loved ones who were taken from us so soon will not be forgotten, and nothing can replace their spots in our hearts and minds. We won't forget you, and we won't forget those who rushed to help in any way they could.