For about the past week, I have been glued to various television specials and news interviews highlighting the heros, families and survivors affected by that day. I am gripped by their stories, and I am always eager to learn more.
Having been to Ground Zero twice since the attacks, I can perfectly visualize the geography. I have sat on a pew in Trinity Church; I have seen the mangled sphere in Battery Park; I have stared into the gaping hole left where those two towers once stood. The power of that place brought me to tears, and these wonderful tributes have done so, as well.
At that time in my life, I didn't know anyone in New York, had never visited the city. It still gripped me somewhere deep inside, though, and hasn't ever quite let go. May we never forget the way we felt that day, the way America came together and the way we treasured each moment together.
God Bless America.
